I listen to my heart, my mind,
To those I hold most dear,
To child and soul of dirt-poor town,
The old, disturbed, 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.
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Artwork: Two Voices in the Night