The Sound of Inspiration

Spending last week in Honduras was an experience I won't soon forget. At one point I even had a conversation with a deaf Honduran woman, through a signing translator, about my Cochlear Implants and her fears of having an operation; something I never imagined happening on this trip.

But the highlight for me came on the last day, when a sweet little girl warmed up to me quicker than any child ever has. We blew bubbles, ran and played all morning 'till I was ready to escape the caliente sol for a siesta. Thanks to my CIs, this interaction worked its way deep into my heart. Being a lifelong musician, it found its way out through poetry. I'm still struggling to process all the things I experienced last week, but they're slowly becoming clear to me. I'm cutting this post short and letting creativity take over:

She looks at me with eyes so bright

They say nothing of where she'll sleep tonight

Too soon I'll leave

As the sun goes down

And darkness abounds

Her sun-kissed face smiles and glows

Seeds of joy and laughter flow

But no one knows

As we leave this place

The tears that fill her face

She takes my hand and off we run

I wonder where her love comes from

For I look around

And all I see

Say nothing of her beauty

Now oceans apart that couldn't seem farther

Three days ago I felt like her father

I can't answer these questions

With paper and pen

Will I see her again?

The memories now in photos I've taken

Inspiring, compelling, heart breaking

Deep in need

But still she gives

Could this little girl teach me to live?

Stirring inside by the stars in her eyes

Longing to be again at her side

Finding peace in knowing

The One Who Is

Will hold her tight for she is His