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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