I can’t hear my voice

It’s so low.

The words are foreign and garbled.

I’m straining ~ oh so painfully ~ to hear

On my knees, with my ears to the ground

Begging for peace, begging for quiet

So I can hear, just for a moment

Answers to my queries.

And then, in that instance of despair

I feel something . . .

A vibration

 Like the skipping breeze

Of a child’s hand in mine,

Like the pulsing warmth

Of my feet in the ocean,

A chorus of friendship,

A sunrise of love,

A full moon of spirit.

What is voice?