Ever feel as if that voice is just hinting away,

Those conversations are too close,

That you hear inspiration behind words,

People thousands of miles apart saying the same thing,

Or is it the moment,

The world is in chaos,

Is it the wild turbulance,

Driving the, “no atheists in foxholes” event,

We stand looking into the oblivious,

Glass mirror of the future,

Seeing only ourselves,

Our voices,

Singing forth in need of hope,

In need of sun and shine.