Global Heartbeats
O to be fluent in the language of silence.
The still small voice in a raging storm,
A broken heart in a crowded room.
To pan a river, discovering gold,
Promoting others, young and old.
Discovering treasure in the map of life,
The pearls that form from pain and strife.
A rhythm of hope amidst the throng,
The language of silence is my song.
It’s time to live again
I see you in the darkest pit,
In a broken body, which doesn’t fit.
I see you on the very edge,
Always caring with nothing left.
I see you, your servant heart,
Preferring others is your art.
I see your passion, infectious smile, your random thoughts and unique style
I see your anger, that frustrated look, not living life by the book
Your questioning mind that worshipping beat
Standing long in the battles heat
I see you
