reconciling day by day the broken and profane with the breath of any given season
Life lived slow mid thorns of fear, wounded weighted low,
Memories lost of journeys free before this path, this NO.
Gone the days of wonder’s laugh choked out by touching hurt.
Yet undeceived can eyes still see such beauty bright unthroned?
Yes! seize and strain the light until with hope you can release
the tears flow down like rain
and grow the heart beyond this place.
For there the quiet secret pain remains embraced and thus refined,
breathed within a lover’s kiss, a holy space divine.
What I hear is an option. Even in choosing silence- I can hear. I listen….
Sound is a space of being
Sound is a link to a moment in time.
It is tangible, functional, inviting.
As I separate the tones and attend to one over the other I learn and feel and know a new old something.
As the layers stream into my consciousness
I am reminded
I am comforted
I am loved.