Voiceless
Who has no voice
Has had it taken away
We cry when born
We speak into the world
Who might grab that
With metal hands
And plastic intention
Abducting
Our first talent
Who has nothing
Will take yours, take
Mine
Save for the parable
And prophecy of Nathan
In which one who has
Too much
Takes more
Takes yours, takes mine
C L Couch
clcouch123 
September 1, 2016 at 3:20 am
oh dear. this is so deep and so wise, i think those are your trademarks!
September 2, 2016 at 2:18 am
I’ll make a deal, sister, to aspire toward and share in those trademarks.
September 2, 2016 at 9:04 am
yes! 😀
September 2, 2016 at 5:41 pm
Yay!
September 2, 2016 at 1:08 am
How awful to not have a voice? Yet so many do and they are ignored. This makes me think of the song ‘The Sound of Silence.’ If silence has a sound, certainly a voice should and be allowed. I forget that parable and must look it up. I have a younger brother named Nathan.
September 2, 2016 at 2:24 am
Thanks, Amanda. I think of that song, too. Nathan was a prophet who served in the court of King David. Nathan was fearless, telling the king a story about a man who had a huge flock. Yet when looking for a sheep to slaughter for a feast, stole the only one his neighbor owned. David got angry at the man who stole the sheep, and Nathan said that in the parable David was that man. Then David understood that the prophet was convicting the king of having Uriah killed in battle so that Bathsheba would be husband-less. And David could take her (so to speak). The desperate steal what rightly is for others.