Wildeshausen (Low Saxon: Wilshusen), Low

SING THROUGH ME

the plants who taught me to sing (again)

i had lost my voice

forgotten how to sing
the joy and the freedom
of tasting musical notes
was taken from me
the powers that be said: 
only these words, only these tunes 
only these notes should be sung by you
but my heart knew better
and my throat longed to be
a conduit for Spirit
to move through and sing

 

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