Samantha's Gift

Some hear trees rustling, rivers gurgling, or the dry earth crunching.

Others don’t hear at all. 

I wish I could be like either of them and hear normal things 

Or absolutely nothing at all. 

But…I hear different things.

Things that shouldn’t talk but do. 

Like the earth, the trees, and the river.

It sounds crazy, I know, but it’s true.

I hear the trees whisper of ages long gone,

I hear the stream giggling about merry children,

I hear the earth groaning about the state of the world

And how it wished things were like Eden.

But I also hear another thing speak

Its voice shakes me to my core,

The blood of innocents crying 

To the Maker to exact justice on the evildoers it abhors.

Such is the nature of this gift

Which I bear with gladness and sorrow.

How the gift will serve me or others

I can only hope to know on the morrow.