When we're right in the middle of it
there are no words.
Hate drowns us in its tide
and all we can see is that
power and hate win the day.
Then silently, through the tears,
through our own surviving
we find the new song of love.
It doesn't let us go.
It buoys us and takes us
toward hearing more
of its beautiful melody.
If we loose ourselves
in the hate filled words
we go under.
Again and again
I have gone under believing
the fight was to win in voice.
Now I realize the importance
in sharing the song of love
with those who choose to receive it. There is a reason why
we shake the dust off our feet
and leave when others cannot hear
and choose another road.
All we can do is express
our song the way
God gave it to us.
Keep sharing it with all who will receive.
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