loss of voice

i think that there are few pains in life as deep as losing one's voice.

Think about it with me, here.

If I am a vocalist... and a song i have written is performed, yet i cannot perform it... all of my being aches to sing, but it all stops short in my throat, gathering into a hideous tension and strain.
If I am a Pastor... and i am needed for counseling, yet the words of Life that the Spirit would share with those I minister to cannot be written fast enough, and cannot be spoken - to watch helplessly as decisions unfold that could have been addressed by just a word...
If I am a citizen... and i am unable to tell the local authorities how i feel, unable to represent myself in meetings of power and decision, and unable to express my needs to the persons who hold power over me...

or maybe from the other side...

I am moved by the voices of others. The music that moves me is vocally driven... speaking through the wedding of melody and text. The voice of my father naturally elicits a reaction, which i won't go into at this point... The voice of my Gramama releases a wholly different reaction... when in biting solitude, the sound of a loving voice, speaking simply, is as bright and effective as any shaft of sunlight in the darkest place.

a community without a voice can grow into a revolution

emotions i do not voice become a song

i am thankful for my voice, in all of its weaknesses and adequacies.