Friday, 23 February 2018

Our Child's Voice

It resides in us all...
the heartache of sadness in this unholy act of violence,
why? the word which trembles with anger and revenge,
why? its answer as rotten as the question... the sweetness gone.
lift our heads to the clarity... 
hear the song of the birds... 

It resides in us all...
remove the rubble that life has created,
walk around the obstacles... we focus at the pain its creates,
the thump in our hearts is ready to explode.
lift our heads to the clarity... 
hear the song of the birds... 

It resides in us all...
and yet I feel scared to side with the voices of descent,
the voices of the majority are in turmoil, doubt and fear,
the objects of closure, oldness and violence.
lift our heads to the clarity... 
hear the song of the birds... 

It resides in us all...
that which craves for a longing of fellowship and kindness,
that which craves for play, adventure and daring,
that which bravely steps with hope, faith and love!
lift our heads to the clarity... 
hear the song of the birds... 

It resides within each one of us,
let us deeply listen to what is wants,
let us hold to that clarity in our hearts,
and may our voices be as sweet as any bird.

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