HER VOICE When I woke up today, I heard a voice With a tone as pure as gold, A currency I had not heard of before my wake. My eyes opened to a ceiling that Held a more ornate pattern than previous days, and I tucked my pillow under my chin while Her vocal cords tugged at wires in my mind. She spoke so close to my ear that I thought I felt her lips brush my earlobe. Her words ran without punctuation, and I released my breath into a moment that ran on a Track beyond sixty seconds. She whispered the words opportunity and prevails, Yet she packed no specifics in tissue paper for me to Unravel later. She explained I am able to prepare for moments Before they occur, pack my bags full of Wisdom, handwritten notes, and Patience, without the need to know the Specific weight of the gold that I will one day cradle in my arms and Push on a swing set. She explained that patience needs to extend beyond the Lines I dotted on my cross-country track. I imagine her voice feels as soft as the petal of The red tulip I photographed yesterday, and Her gentle breath conveys security in its side pocket. Today, she said, I may peak at my past But close the zippers completely when the Gentle breeze flows between my toes. I feel the urge to smile at something that I cannot yet see.
Posted on: Wed, 10 Dec 2014 17:46:45 +0000
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