Sing
...for the love you bring.
That which has been given and allows the birds to sing, now demands for me to sing. But first I must let go of silencing my timid voice. Before I knew I could sing, even before I knew I must sing, I realized my life would eventually be determined by my letting go. Release after unfathomable release of all those many songs I am both aware and unaware I cling to desperately. Now I frequently try to sing, and I’m sure others have heard me thinking, he’s still got much to let go. But I hope they can also hear my quivering voice gaining strength the more I am able to release. And as I sing this song I realize I must be careful and not let go too quickly, slipping into that dimension the birds always trill about.
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