Echoes

I speak for no one but myself. 

However, when I listen I hear the echoes of a common voice.

A voice of reason and compassion, instead of diversion and separation.

The echoes have been separated for too long,

Now they blend together in a harmonious song.

I cry for all kinds of things, but I never cry for myself.

But remember, even when our eyes are cloudy

And the rain blinds our vision, hold to your voice

While you listen for the echoes.

For in the end all you will have is your voice

And the memories to tell your own story

Just remember that a good story

Has many plots and the best are left buried

Find your voice and speak your truth

But if it echoes in confusion and hate

Find a clearer path and listen to the world around you

It will teach you what you need to know

I speak for no one but myself

But one day long ago I had a dream

And in that dream I was asked to tell a story

I have struggled my whole life to understand that story

And asked, “How can I tell a story whose final chapters I don’t know?”

So I listened for the answer, and found it nowhere to be found

Except on the echoes....from the voices of silence.

Praise Be To Our Living and Loving God.    

Jeremiah 17: 5-8.     The Book of Joel.