Rocks

One day I will sing
out and all will see,
understanding my heart.
I have held it in.
Awaiting my time.
You have not stopped so,
it is not my time.
One day I will sing.
From my viewpoint I
have seen many things.
More than memory
could hold. Back before
people were around.
Beauty and cruelty.
Wisdom and foolish.
I have seen them all.
When I get to sing
out, it will be more
beautiful than a
birdsong, yet with the
same meaning of worship.
I will join with you
crying out as one
who understands all.