Literature
When I Hear you Sing by Jason Kish
When I Hear You Sing by Jason Kish A day in my loneliness weighs heavy on her soul. Sometimes she still smiles, sometimes we both still know, that the future isn’t written in hard stone or ash, sometimes we remember this, and sometimes we can laugh. And sometimes when rain falls softly in quiet spells, I return to my prayers they call fairy tales. And sometimes the sunrises over the mountains here, and heart ache and loneliness don’t feel so near. A hummingbird came in a dream last night, a last visitor before a cold goodbye. And, I said, “let me be still,” beholden to this thing, the steady beat of tender hearts, the steady beat of wings, “You are my guest here, and you bring me the spring.” “Thank you for a happy thought, when I hear you sing.”
