For the Voiceless

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?