A SONG TO SING THE WORLD
I reached for a song to sing the world,
what I found were the stars
counting themselves across the sky,
and a half full moon dancing her way to the sun.
Thirsty roots drinking below my feet
falling up to branches stretching for
the space where heaven and earth meet.
A union whispering;
belief and mystery
a compass for destiny.
The rhythm of remembering
where past and present forget their names
and infinity cares enough to come back and count the seconds;
keepers of the secrets to
I reached where silence speaks
Loudly on his throne.
the generosity of shadows,
the courtesy of seasons,
and the intellect of dawn.
Here I reached a little more,
to where the soul turns
and the dream has proof
It has awakened,
and found at last
No song that I alone, can sing.