To hold sacred
that which holds life,
to
speak words for the voiceless,
to
paint pictures with syntaxes,
great
ribbons that shape meaning
out
of floating stars of truth.
Perhaps WE are the true voiceless,
a race of humans who have forgotten
the
speech of our own native tongue,
wandering
within echo chambers
of
self-inflicted fear and destruction
where
all wisdom has been lost.
But
children's laughter
awakens us from
this spell
and
the memory of water
carries freedom for our souls.
I
will speak truth
where her voice has been silenced.
I
will share beauty
where
our eyes have gone blind.
I
will dance the rhythm of the Earth
and
sing the hymn of the sea.
Will
you dance with me
and
let our feet remember
the
drumbeat of the Earth?
Will
you sing with me
and
let our voice carry
the song of healing and
rebirth?
