My spirit is restless
Wanting to be found
Waiting to be seen
My battered heart
Beats out a song
But still I know
It can’t be heard
I feel like a mime
Who has forgotten
The importance of
Her hands, her dance
Send me a mystery
One I can unravel
Or one I can’t
Help me believe
In the unbelievable
Turn around
And find me
Ash Wednesday, 2015
