Going to the place of self expression, to a Reader's Theater, to stand behind a podium up above on a stage, to be in a joyful dance holding hands in a string around the theater, happily humming! To be in a place that encourages artistic speech, singing for joy, reading poetry of a flaming passion!
To be a public speaker, to have a voice that chants in song, to sing as others listen, to speak with a voice that brings people together, a flock of lost birds to be guided by The Torah to find their nests, birds chirping, singing together, calling like a seagull who brings closeness and caring to his mate.
A voice that commands! A voice that causes you to be stiff as a pillar of salt, holding your audience stiffly in awe to drink up every word.
Not to get stage fright, to be like Moses who spoke to command Pharaoh swinging a staff that became a snake biting and venomous, a stage prop. To resonate your voice to shake walls and cause ceilings to collapse with one mighty whirl of your words like a spear of lightening with thunder!
To have a voice that warns and sets people into action. A voice like a siren at sea! A voice that is great and loud! A voice that calls people to obedience: to kneel, to bow, to worship. To have a voice that holds people in prayer, to follow you as you sing, to nod your head, to be King Midas and to touch and to turn all into gold.
To not fear public speaking, Moses was said to have been "slow of speech," to have a voice that is calming, a voice that is like a lullaby. A voice that nurtures, a milky voice, a voice of kindness, a voice that feeds the hungry with every syllable, a whisperer with words of softness that is heard first, above a roar.
To express love, to be in a soothing chant, to flip your tongue flippantly, to curl your tongue and breathe in small easy gasps, to bring peace to all from the guttural sounds of your throat.
To speak softly, compassionately, lovingly, in sounds like the strumming voice of a pattering gentle rain.
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