If everyone that breathes began to sing
In harmony, acknowledging their choice
Of life and liberty with lifted voice,
Imagine how the air itself would ring.
Now add to this a chorus of each tale
That's told to captivate all those who read,
Or passed by word of mouth to those who heed;
The surge of merging voices could not fail
To raise the spirits of those trusting ones
Who go through life untarnished by the grime
Of this long-suffering and care-worn earth.
Again the wind rises, the swift deer runs;
And those who look inside themselves, see time
Become the midwife to a mystic birth.
©2016 Michael Fraley
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