The heart of our spirit

travels across

the thin line of life.

Words echo in static,

and music feeds the soul.

We are hurting.

Some wander lost.

Hope finds a few.

The heart within

struggles with the burden

of a world divided,

a world trying to stand.

We are here.

We are calling.

Can no one hear us?

Are the winds of change coming?

Has war left history's pages torn?

What next chapter awaits

behind the red curtain

of a new year

waiting to rise?

How will I see this year end?

So many questions fumble over the other.

So much uncertainty fills the air.

Are we lost,

or am I the only one

that walks in the dark?

My heart cries out

across the void,

across this thin line

called life.

Can you feel me?

 

Feel

by, Melissa R. Mendelson