for all the listening i do there is always
some new whisper to hear, something creeping
down the hallways that says
your name your name, or maybe nothing at all
just the speaking of my hope:
the words of my faith vocalized
by someone who knows nothing of their mouth.
the volume is of no consequence
if the message speaks of your possibilities,
i am captivated by chance, by fate:
walk a little faster, love, look a little brighter
and help me find out, somewhere in the world
there is a body and a face and a heart
that pulse the same rhythm as mine.
for all the words there are in the world
only one matters, your name, your name.