Paint the words of the
world from that place
in your heart
Where the healing begins
and the restoration starts.
In the vast chasmic
depths of the turning
of the earth.
Seeing beauty make holy
revealing our worth.
Placing hands over wounds
that were hiding
in the dark.
Speaking pain with our lips
where our skin still bears the mark.
There is hurt there is
fear in the moving
of the crowd.
So be still and you'll hear
All The Voices Singing loud.
Inspired to share this because of a prompt in the Story Sessions group I am a part of.
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