I Listen


I listen to my heart, my mind,

To those I hold most dear,

To children of a shanty town,

The old, the poor, to those let down,

To slaves, the weak, to refugees,

The homeless, humble, kind and meek,

I listen to the sad, and those I loathe and fear,

I listen to the lost and dispossessed,

The drip of mist and drop of tear,

I listen as I hear the sound of love and gentle kiss,

The beat of wing against the air in this my early light,

I listen to my breath this day, my dream and thirst of flight.




Artwork: Two Voices in the Night