Share A Voice

Allow her to sing a song you’ve never heard,

Singing words with meaning, 

Her God given gift no longer obscured, 

As she bravely steps forward from a great forest, 

She begins to sing a naked truth,

After, just after, a baby’s breath after…

As if we had been standing together on a sandy shore listening to the constant tides, 

And from far away, a thunderclap sparks jagged electricity to pierce the nighttime fog,

The lightning bolt revealing for us the ocean’s frothing surf,

We remain stunned by her cadence,

By her rhythm, 

Her God given gift no longer obscured, 

And then, the sweet song’s nectar entices our living hearts to emerge,

The author wisely remaining hidden from anyone’s vision,

Understanding it’s all about her moment to tell a truth, 

But only, only, 

If the song may be shared,

Only, if only, she may bravely step forward from a dense forest,

If only, only, if, 

We may hear her,

So, walk along with me, my new dear friend,

Along our path it’s a chilly morning, with dew dripping off the tall trees’ leaves, 

We can see our breaths as we hike along an irregular brown trail,

But do you hear with me the sweet whip-poor-will song?

Do you hear the songbird hidden within this dense green forest?

We do not see it, we agree,

But do we agree that it’s nearby?

Singing a song only the whip-poor-will can share,

And now, dear friend, look around the forest, 

And tell me, what do you now see? 

Do you see the old growth scars revealed?

The rough bark shedding its sins,

Showing its ancient rings we had not seen?

Feel them, see them, 

And understand their wisdom to stand sentinels to the past, present, and imperfect future, 

And we learn to be kind, 

One to the other,

And then, will you hum the sacred tune with me?

As we stroll along with our destiny, 

And from within the forest,

Do you hear her?

She has begun to sing,

Oh the sweet song,

A rhythm, a poetic cadence, 

Harmonized by a master we cannot see, 

And like a magic elixir within our minds-eyes,

We hold hands strolling along our life’s journey,

And we are at peace with one to the other.

Robert C.