Speak To Me From Love
When I’m in a place of darkness and cold,
Speak to me from Love, no need to withhold.
For you’re only sharing what you’ve been told,
Allow Truth to flow through that’s good as gold.
Dear writer of poetry release truth which can mend.
Let it flow through our land and spread like the wind.
Write from your instinct, tell us like a friend.
The impact will expand and never end.
There’s still a chance, this could be the start.
Each of us courageous enough to do our part.
If we’re each willing to listen with our heart,
We can choose what to believe a la carte.
Copyright © Bill Baker | Year Posted 2021
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