Sometimes hours upon hours of internal heart searching and deep, provoking thoughts go into my writing and art. Other times I am simply releasing what has been desperately waiting for me to open the door. This poem was the latter. This week I have been visualizing an art piece to honor my father who passed away on Monday. I’ve been typing the first line of a testimony to him, then deleting it, and rewriting it over and over again. I’m not ready, I suppose.

I know my Father would have loved this poem, however. I found it tucked away in my “documents for someday” folder. I believe it was waiting in my computer the same way it sat impatiently in my heart, eager to be released. I think my Dad would enjoy knowing this still exists inside me.

Listen

You can hear me

In the sunrise

In the stillness

And the bird’s cries

In the darkness

Of the moonrise

On the river

Or the hillsides

I can hear you

Through your heart sighs

Crippling fear

Your smiling face belies

Please, seek me

Gaze upon the skies

You will find me

And soon realize

I am with you

Though in veiled disguise

Of the sunrise and

The bird’s cries and

The moonrise and

The hillsides

All creation sings

My lullabies

Of peace and love

And compromise

Your heart, it yearns

To harmonize

With natures tune

As I comprise

The lyrics of

eternal lives

My love revealed

Through earth’s reprise

And all creation

Testifies

That I have won

And you’re the prize

Just listen