A Voice & a Psalm
Reflections
There is much to say, yet so little time to give for pontification.
Writers write, singers sing, and dancers dance
The matter summed up by its participants
Yet what if I told you, our muse of creation flows from the same source
We convey a concept with a word
Reveal unseen glory with a brush
Share graceful elegance of form in lithe motion
The creators creating an ineffable image
The unseen becoming seen
The purpose finding poise
Youth burns brightly
And anger’s rage Hot
Quickly wicked and lit, burned to explosive light
Youth giving way to knowledge,
Knowledge to temperance
Impetuousness to consideration
We learn , wisdom becoming our mantle
It is our voice that’s needed now
Our cries to a generation yet to come
Leave the trails
The footprints in the sand
That others might see
And so these are my crumbs
My verse the song
For the young and old
We are one