How deep are your songs?

Do they champion the cause you carry?


Inside is a passion. The reason for

sunlight. The delight of morning to

wake you.


The day is generous; it’s an empty sack

Waiting to be filled.


The hope in your breath is the meadowlark

waiting to release the music.


There is no silence when you’re thinking

only a bubbling of great intentions.

You are stage with the curtain rising.


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