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