Flat. Like a piece of paper. Empty. Had she turned to vapor?

Why was it that when she spoke all anyone heard was a faint choking noise?

She had a voice after all.

Didn't she?

Whispers wouldn't be translated. Shouting, screaming, words deflated.

Weightless words won't resonate with searching souls just waiting to hear

before they disappear completely

from this world.

Suddenly she is silenced.

And as she listens the earth glistens with majesty and it's filled with something

finally worth speaking about.

And she doesn't need to shout to let her voice be heard because now

each word she speaks and sings is directed towards the King of Kings.

And every knee will bow when they hear how a God could bring His son

to take our place and embrace disgrace so that we may live to see His face.

So don't tell me I have nothing to say because I lived in a time when every day  I spat out falsehoods and fantasies instead of basking in His majesty.

But no more.

My soul cries out so let me share with you

something worth speaking about.