The voice

The moon in the sky
Staring down at the people of the earth.
The forests wind their way through terrain and great oceans.
Mountains stand like cathedrals.
Immemorial to us.
Immense passion dwells in us beings.
Someday the minority of us will find a voice.
Somewhere in each of us is great heart.
Our own fears seem to hide our greatness.
Follow life and we will find our way.
Sing if you find a song,
Smile at a passerby,
Journey onto different roads.
Darkness falls and many suns rise.
Winter freezes the breathe of life
Spring feeds life with her rains.
There is a voice
Though sometimes far away and unheard.
It calls us to experience,
It tells us all is ok.
Gathering us all beneath the silver lining of the moon.
The voice
Whispers..
Be still.