sound it out

the louder the laugh,

  the deeper the pain

singing in the rain

  one carol of joy

gasp out of nightmare

  paralyzed with dread

the persecuted are quiet

  for fear, for fear

quiet communication

haiku

how to talk across

emotional divides rests

on listening well

gentle reaches

gentle spirits murmur

but i charge on, busy

with who knows what

fighting, for i am a fighter

and i will not give in willingly

gentle breezes touch me

and I lean against a rock

and slow my breathing, unsure

of what truly matters

until i give in to the one

who has whispered,

‘Be still and know that I am God’