Deaf to Hearing

I lived for a few months with earplugs in. I took them out this morning. The first I heard was a monotonous drone of electrical churning overlaced with bird song. Cars rushing by in an endless stream. I don’t miss any of it except the birds I thought as I reached for the plugs. I started shaking, progress and aggression rang through my ear drums. A people consumed in manic doings, addictions and fear and now it’s too near. If this is what it’s like to hear for the first time I would rather stay deaf. But I miss the birds.

Laura Berry

Heavens got a place for you

She wandered through the dark and light streets of her soul, ever doubting herself.
She met many people who gave her gifts. Boxes tied with ribbon.
She was trying to find heaven, yet, all she found was her imperfect self.

The good parts of herself were tucked in corners. She brought them out to look at and carefully placed them in front of her. She opened the gifts people gave her along her journey. Each one matched a good part of herself. She cried.

She opened the last box from God, inside it read…
“Heavens got a place for you.”

Laura Berry