A sleeping bride in her luxurious bed tosses and turns

pillows surround her in an attempt to muffle the sounds that might wake her

how loud must the alarm be before she arouses?

the worlds piercing screams are obvious the sweeping voice of the wind is not

we must strain to listen

the wind is power encircling the bride she shouts her protests pushing it from her

surrounding noises dull the wind if we do not continually and attentively listen

familiarity of having already heard

when the bride truly hears- once ears are truly opened-

we cannot help but lend the sound of our voices