the lord is uncovering my heart songs. they are many and quiet. soft and whispery.
the process reminds me of watching the sun rise while i steam milk
mostly no one notices until the sun is blinding us
and then it's still not acknowledged. it rose. it made the effort. the sun sang and no one noticed
they just complain
my heart sings. softly and whispery. and mostly i don't notice.
or haven't.
and if i did i complained because desire burned my unseeing eyes and deaf ears

but the lord is uncovering my heart songs.
and i'm noticing the effort
and am not blinded and burnt by their existence

i don't know what i'm doing with them yet
maybe tattooing them on my hip bone
maybe just writing them down
one by one by whispery one