Nov 06

Murmur My Name to the Meadow

Murmur my name to the meadow, 
and I'll move. 

Whisper my words to the water, 
and I'll swim. 

Carry my voice through the choir, 
and I'll sing. 

Scream my spirit to the sky, 
and I'll fly. 

Lament my love to the lights, 
and I'll shine. 

But do not fling my findings around like an overweight frisbee. 
Do not desecrate my language with your filthy mouth. 
Do not batter my being like some playground bully. 

Instead, 
rage against my rulers, 
and I 
will come 
running.