When I was young, and told to sing, I would.
I would call my voice to share in song
the words of praise I felt for the world.
They would say-
You are shouting, not singing
They would say-
You are on the wrong note or singing the wrong part.
So I stopped singing.
The hymns of praise for the world I love so much fell silent.
Now, much older and a bit wiser (I hope)
my songs spill from my pen
written in poetry
where there is no wrong part and never a note missed.
My song, this time my own, can be shouted or whispered
and it will never be wrong or silenced again.
blue sky infinite 