Hidden,
we are a shadow
of our former selves,
tucked away.
round a corner,
we have found a space
to practice our songs
in hiddeness…
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Once we occupied a more
glorious location,
we were in the
thick of things,
respected and loved
we held a central place,
and our song was heard.
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But now we are hidden,
and though
some still find us,
others think we
have gone…
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Here, in our
diminished state,
we find comfort
in songs
from days gone by,
in repeating patterns
from our former lives,
and we try to tell
ourselves that
nothing has changed…
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But a new, yet timeless song
is demanding our attention,
we know the words, and
the tune is printed on our souls…
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We are called forth
called out,
called beyond our hiddeness,
to enter the song afresh,
to sing out a new refrain,
to weave past cadences
with today’s harmonies,
to create
a symphony
in song.
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Why is the first note
so difficult to find?
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