The trees, the dolphins, and
the mountains call to me
and demand to be seen.
I can’t look away.
The bird’s song,
the breeze, tickling the trees,
the way a flower grows
from a teeny seed.
I can’t look away.
I see their creator in them.
His design, his joy,
his creativity is in the magenta flower,
the succulents, the manatee,
the neon tree frog, and the terrapins.
They sing a song over me and
I am compelled to sing with them.
I want to join the chorus.
What are the notes?
I don’t know their song.
What are the words?
How do I join them?
Humanity has a song, too.
I can hear it
when I listen.
The song is constant –
everyone taking a breath
at a different time.
Some scream to be heard.
Some sing into a void
where no one listens.
Some are making their
own stages.
It’s hard to listen to the song because there’s
so much to grieve,
so much hurt
and righteous anger
in the song.
So much so that sometimes I try to silence it.
Headphones on.
Head down.
Just make sure
all is well in my house –
that everyone under my roof
can sing.
But.
My song is the song of humanity.
My voice is meant to be
heard and it is meant to
amplify the song that
others are singing.
I can’t not listen to their song
and there’s no other song
for me to join in on.
I can’t look away.
They demand to be seen.
I can’t look away.
I see their creator in them.
His design, his joy,
his creativity is all
over us all.
My voice must add to
their song of long-awaited,
the-time-is-now
justice.
Otherwise,
I
am
just
noise .
#PermissionGranted
