Freedom Song

he's hyumming, mumbling the words or tune to the song he only kind of knows, the one eveyrone knows.  We love the sound of our own voice: it's comforting, we trust us. The vibration in the ear and jaw, the skyull, the chest and trhoat.

There's God.
His energy moving, becuase I wouldn't speak but for inspiration. So what will I create?
oh!
a clean palate (!)
for my life's work to be born, to
take flight, to start walking and running..
I realize me now in clarity.

I can speak simply.
Even in darkness stating the truth and walking in light to the light.

a certain kind of faith