I heard something today. It was a voice that whispered under the voices that spoke around me, and yet was louder than any of them. I heard it, but I don’t know what it said. I was too busy doing the things I thought I was supposed to be doing.
It was musical, but not music; gentle, but not soft; painful without being cruel; insistent yet not irritating; familiar in a strange way. In my imagination, it was the sound of a soul speaking.
But whose? And why? And what was it saying? Did anyone else hear it?
I wish I’d stopped (perhaps if I had been less afraid) and paused just long enough to listen. Then maybe, just maybe, my soul might have spoken back.
“I think I’m falling…will you pick me up?” -Anon