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 . . .
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?