echoing

if i had to stand up on top of a mountain,
and if i had to strip all of my walls and all of my fears and all of my everything
and if you had to sit at the bottom and listen to me,
and if i got to yell,
yell as hard as i could,
so you could hear me and know that i meant it,
and the whole world could hear me, because my mountain would echo.
but not a loud and not a scary echo like you would imagine,
because i would breathe in all of the wind that lived on the top of my mountain.
and when i yelled the wind back out, my words would cling to it.
and they'd tickle your nose and your face and blow in your hair,
and somehow, someway, you'd know what i meant when you breathed in my air.
you'd feel it and be it and hear it whisper in your ear.
it would echo all the way to pluto, it would echo to my house,
it would echo to germany and to wyoming
and especially to your heart.
and i would tell you my name, first of all, of course.
and then i would tell you i loved you,
that i thought you were wonderful and great and bright.
i'd tell you that you light up a room, that you make people better,
i'd tell you thank you for listening, i'd tell you to smell more flowers,
i'd tell you to compliment a stranger.
then you know what i'd tell you?
i'd tell you i've been through some hard things.
that i've made some mistakes,
that i have good intentions but they often don't come out how i want them too.
i'd tell you i want more than anything to be perfect,
and that every day i have to remind myself that its just not possible.
i'd tell you that i'm scared of my dreams sometimes,
that i'm scared i'll forget things that are important.
that i don't trust many people, that i wish ill for some people,
and that i talk about others more than i should.
and then i would tell you that i don't know much.
but i then the winds would get very soft and smooth and warm,
the kind of wind that fills you up,
the kind of wind that feels like flying.
and i'd tell you.
i'd tell you that i know one thing more than i know anything else is true,
one thing i know that i'll never forget,
one thing thats more important to me than all of my other things.
i'd tell you that i know God loves me.
that He loves me more than i can comprehend,
He loves me enough to put you in my life,
He loves me enough to make it sunny outside,
He loves me enough to give me sunsets and stars and half-filled moons.
i'd tell you that i know He has a son,
He's my best friend, and He died for me, and He's carried me through every tear-filled moment.
i'd tell you that They love you, too.
that They know your faults better than you do,
but that They love you more than all of that.
and then i'd leave the wind swirling in and out of your brain and eyes and nose
and you'd drink it and feel it and
it would grasp onto your oxygens and enter your lungs and your heart,
and there my wind would stay.
and you'd know it like i do.
oh how i wish i could give you my wind.


but next time you hear it, you listen real close,
because the wind is always echoing.
echoing that all of this is true.










"here's my heart, Lord"
love, laura