Tell Me A Story

Tell me a story

When the door opened wide enough

And you were swept through.

Tell me a story when you were changed

By the sounds of birds' wings swooshing overhead

Or seeing the purple petals of a lone flower hanging from a vine

As you passed by on the dirt road to somewhere.

Tell me a story when you were changed

By the feeling of rain pelting you, drenched to your core, laughing

Or when the snow tipped mountain top peeked through the clouds,

A glimpse of your insignificance.

Tell me a story of when you were changed

By the sound of a loved one's last breath

Or stopped the blood of your child's self-inflicted wound

That was meant to keep the pain away.

Tell me a story of when you were changed

By the sobs of regret, knowing they were your own

Or when you felt so alive that the only thing you could do

Was dance and sing until the music stopped.

Tell me a story of when

Spirit moved through you, as you.