Writing these words

I miss the Creator

I miss walking in silent bliss

So I seek truth through sound

Knowing it’s a temporary tool,

a source of inspiration for myself

and hopefully

for Us

You see I write

because one night

sitting on a rock

that rests on the beach

caressed by the ocean

I looked up at the Moon

shining in the sky

and she said,

“I gifted you language.

Share it as best you can.”