We Will Write

We will write For every thousand ton of ore There is a nugget, And so we will write like miners, Breathing the dust of our darkness, Filling our veins and lungs With the choke of our lives. As words are milk to suckled piglets, We write with starvation and hunger, Hoping to balance inequities, Satiate an endless thirst for peace. Past lives will crash and updrafts of multitudes Will be born and born again. Christians in a hurricane of rain aimed at the ruin of Roe v. Wade, And we will write. Our Lantern is Hope, Our Plea a Silent Sea Of Restoration. Through the mist of shallow ears, into The Droning Deafness of Controversy We will write. Words that speak the language of Mind. An Internal Braille that rolls over tongues With the coarseness and taste of strife Luring all gentler souls to a softer life We write in story, prose and poem It does not matter if our words are never heard Or read From the moment we give them birth, They are dead. We also know that death is not an end The line continues beneath the water The lure is at the tip It baits a new beginning Something will end - something will begin And we will write