In the darkness
nowhere to be found,
drowning in the noise of silence.
Stillness,
yet echoes of danger
bark out a warning cry.
The low drone within
makes it impossible to hear
the quiet high chirps of winged
help from above.
But all it takes is a whisper.
Assistance comes
unseen
a tingle of warmth
cradled from above
an invisible nest of protection,
winged divinity
ringing in our ears
affirmation of help at hand.
Our voices lifted louder in desperation,
surround us with an army of care.
The gentle word, a caring hand,
the heartfelt smile,
a chest to catch the tears.
Help surrounds us
once we have the
courage to cry out.
Without it, the separation
is immense,
stretching farther than the sea.
Unvoiced is unknown.
