maya

she had a voice that sang to me without music,

warm, rich, deep, and satisfying like a melting pot of chocolate.

when she read i was in rapture

as if i was in church

but not a church of any kind I have known.

the church i always wanted to attend

with no dress code,

no blind-less faith,

just an open heart full of understanding

or at least the will to hear

and with grace blossom into understanding

and be so much the better for it.

this church was one of words,

rhythms, breaths, pauses, and rhymes;

a church that rocked you in its fluid music,

filled your soul with its psalms of life,

molded you in its earthy truth,

and in the end cast you

as your own savior

rising from the dust,

standing tall on spindly legs

and busting out to the heavenly life that surrounds you,

calling you to take hold,

to live

and be phenomenally,

to be

unique and proud.

to see.

to listen.

to rise.