I hear the call of sacred words
And I am listening
They whisper like an ancient wind
Where are you going?
There is no sound around me now
And yet I hear so clear
And everything I’ve waited for
I know it’s all right here
And suddenly I see the faces
Of those of us who cry
And those of us who’ve learned to laugh
Even when it hurts inside
Suddenly I see their stories
Precious as they are
And deep within them, soft as sunlight
I hear the music of their hearts
Do they know that I can see them
When it feels like no one can?
Do they know that I walk with them
And will always hold their hand?
I smile to myself, for some things I’ll never know
Some words are better heard unsaid
And some roads
Are easier tread
Unknown.
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