Day 25

I want to build a sandcastle out of words

Meticulously let mountains of syllables slide into each other

Then let the wind strew my words into the sea

Allow the currents to carry them wherever an ear might listen

I want to teach redemption songs to corpses

Rustle their heart beats with trombone phrases

Let the dead learn choruses of life

Make them choirs of sun kissed tides

I want to revive the breath of hope that you stopped breathing a long time ago

Sailing along, I’ll make my shoulder into a boat for you

Both your heart and you may rest there

I’ll teach you how to let your thoughts twinkle

Turn them into north stars

Let them lead the way to Bethlehem

I want to teach you how to sink your fingerprints into your soul

Sculpt pictures of beauty with a heart

Translate the vibe to purity

Tell you how to fall into silence broken and battered and walk out repaired 

I want to teach you how to silence your fears

Take a bucket of your dreams with a heart full of hope and carelessly throw them onto a canvas

I wish to tell you never to use words but to improve upon silence 

Erect your convictions 

Let the weight of persecution only make them stronger

No fuss,

No flight

Keep your bones steady

Kerry-Ann Davis Copyright ©2012

(LOVE, LIGHT, AND FREEDOM)