Morning 5/16/17

Voices in the choir room

A Blooming

What spirit is this
flowing through me
making waves
leading me on
giving me hope
through hopelessness

touched by the divine

What will you do with
this gift of a voice?

The struggle to not let oneself
be defined by their vices is one
that I have felt in myself.

that which blooms with morning light
petals tremble and bask
in this present gift

the sound which gave birth to the universe