why

A quickening of heart,
The beating of wings
You ask how I know
of angelic things.

A whispered prayer,
A feeling of calm
You ask why I sing
a joyful song.

The world is so bleak,
Life is so dark
I ask how you cannot
feel love's bright spark.

I hold out my hand
And feel you take hold
We'll ask why together
as we together grow old.

copyright 1997 Kendra Morris