One Love & One Voice

In some quiet moments, the words just slip through my fingers, evading the grasp of my mind and pen. It can feel almost disorienting, like being underwater with your eyes shut, difficult to even know which way is up. Desperate for air, I plunge down deeper and deeper until the oxygen runs out and consciousness fades to black. The words just get lost in a swirling sea of thought and emotion until none of it seems valid anymore so I just move on in sublime ignorance.

Sometimes though, sometimes I dig. I fight. I peel back the dermal layer of cowardly indifference and press into the pain. To feel something, anything. To lay my soul out naked and exposed and know that I’m still alive. Cut away the callous over my heart to make sure the blood still runs hot and red. Can words even do justice to the depths of pain or the pounding oppression that swallows whole the life and love we were made to enjoy? One drop of rain doesn’t flood the ocean and raise the tide. But one voice along with millions of others can break through the damn (dam) walls and send floods of love and mercy into a thirsty land.

So, I dig in to find the words. I ask for the creator of life to birth in me something beautiful, something true. I wrestle with the limitations of my humanity to display something divine through the craft of a written word. I have no illusions of grandeur or expect a single soul to be enlightened by this small flicker of flame that I hold. The world and all it’s beautiful inhabitants will not find all that it needs in my simple prose and poetry, but in order to infuse more love, joy, and peace into the world, I offer all that I have: One Love & One Voice.