I sit in this moment, tested in love, as quiet continues to be its supporting tool. I am tempted by the sound of my voice. I am surrounded by the images of all that has been. I am enticed by the lines of my story that has yet to be written and seen. But here as I sit sounds yet to be heard, I honor my quiet and love deep within. It is a love that is grounded in how I was raised, who I was raised with, and by whom we were all raised by. It is a love that comes from not only knowing all of our history, but having lived through it as well.

I hear the sounds abound. I understand the ears of many who listen to just the noise. And although I sit here ready to write . . . the words that flow are just enough, to maintain the silence of love.