DEBRIS

 Battered and beaten
Wind blown and worn.
Soaked from the rain
My branches are torn.

Parts of me falling
Laying on the ground.
Debris piled high
A reason I found.

When debris rots
Seedlings move in.
Amazing, I know,
New growth begins.

Hard to imagine
In the midst of it all.
Good things can grow
When parts of me fall.

Clear all the damage?
Impossible you see.
Some must remain
It just has to be.

 
MY VOICE

I hear the music,
but can’t make a sound.
I open my mouth,
my voice can’t be found.

A gift I received,
with intentions to share.
The thief came to steal,
without any care.

Darkness surrounds me,
I don’t see the reason.
I’m lonely and cold,
in my voiceless season.

I long to raise,
my anthem high.
To soar as the eagles,
spread my wings and fly.

Then it happened,
the sun warmed the earth.
Something stirred in me,
a feeling of worth.

With a great crescendo,
the sky became clear.
I felt something leave me,
I believe it was Fear.

My mind began to race,
I heard a new song.
Do I dare try,
it had been so long.

With eyes closed I sense,
the presence of the King.
And opened my heart,

a new song I did sing.