Speak Up
In precision, so given
Through a thousand nights
The same questions
Let go, take hold of your whispers
If you could in this season
Speak up
The wind distracts me
Your creation speaks loud
And I cannot decipher
Your voice from their vibrations
As I listen and lean in
My thoughts collect
To a still pond
Like a watershed easing its way
To the ocean of Your becoming
And your ceaseless amazement