Skip to content

One True Voice

Play on, you symphony of madness. Blast the horns counter to the rhythm, rake the strings with angst and anxiety. Pound the timpani with closed fists for all I care. You won’t slow me down now.

I can hear the one true voice, resonant and solely relevant, regardless of your redundant crowd of dissonance. Like a bell fabricated of my own essence, she sings clearly to me across the waves, through the corridors and bracing my heart.

I am here, and on my island, all at once; renewed.

I am that divine love. I am with you.