A Solitary Voice
I heard a hoot owl calling in the silence of the night.
And soon he found another to hoot with in the moonlight.
It is easy in the silence to hear the solitary voices.
But not so easy in the din of the day when there are so many choices.
Do we fault a precious friend his difference or take heed to what they say?
Whether just a little to the left or right or as much as night and day?
It matter's not if you are Christian, Hindu Muslim Jew or none of the above.
You can always hear the solitary voice if you listen first with love.
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