We are nothing, in the end,
but echos in a room greater than we
had once thought
a room filled, by large, with
the murmurings of doubt-
but what wonderful sounds we can leave!
shouts of ecstasy reverberating like
the fluttering of a bird's wings,
startled and hurdling itself
into the sky
or the sound of our own inner peace;
a sound like deafening stillness broken
by a single drop falling
from the moist ceiling of a limestone
cathedral into
an immense
underground
pool.
We spend lifetimes sending out cries of pain,
sobbing to higher beings,
screaming at inanimate objects,
or staring
silent
through dry, red eyes at
the blur of humanity
silence is not true peace
but neither is the outcome
of bloody lungs,
snapped vocal cords
and voices lost.
If we can be anything than let us be
a whisper of encouragement
respect
and love
echoing forever
and ever
in the wind.
