All of this..
Closed,
Not ever..open..
Heart, sound, spoken,
Not loud, faded in the voices..
Of all the things I used to say to
Get your attention..
….our hearts are wide open
The world is wide open………………….
Was that only true when you were a kid,
When shame is the place you hid..
When lost is not the fountain to drink from..
Yet it was wondering..
All the best summer dry spaces I could try
To see all the space(s) called dry and weak,
And thirsty..
Spent it on money can you say why?
Is this a Isaiah 55 talk..
Or a time not lost in the walk..
I am dark all aroud..
All I hear is Your sound..
