One Melody

Come a partridge in the night,
Singing low, soft without menace,
Searching
In the blessings it brings.

Rarely does this come uncursed,
Truly heard and understood; yet
The notes do weave together,
Driven together by the deluge of light.

We all sleep, troubled souls unthinking
Of the miracles that push forth each day.

The sweet bird sings not of silence,
The new day that no one has met,
But of the shining grace
Conducting all fates together.

All to one.

How Do I Answer Myself?

How do you go back when you've thrown yourself out?

How do you step forward when you don't know what you're leaving behind?

How do you ask for something to be returned to you when you didn't know you had it to begin with?

How do you refuse something you tried so hard to take?

How do you let yourself fall into it when you don't know if anyone will catch you?

How do you pull yourself out when your heart doesn't want to argue?

How do you keep walking when the light is so far behind you?

How do you stop when you never knew you were walking?

How do you run straight into the line of fire when you have all the bullets, but no gun?

And yet....

How do you keep hiding in the shadows when your war has already been won?