Help
Help
Help…
I don’t know what to say.
Every time I pen
a word, a sentence, a
phrase
off I go—
not clear
where the ink will run.
I touch the paper…
lift up—
the tender sounds of
dawn’s ‘unheard’ entrance
wrap around me.
Soft light appears
while a chorus of
insects sings an
endless hymn of
praise.
To write
its daily
utterance—
nothing timed,
fixed, thought through
only its
‘purpose’—
to sing
with such
joyous bliss…
“HELP” arrived—
all the timeless
voices
simply seem
to get it!
How can they ever
stop their music
when given
this life to live—
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