Many Voices

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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