I stand behind the curtain
waiting. Peaking out and waiting for the crowd to diminish
to a comfortable number.
The microphone beckons as the spotlight shines
center stage. I will walk out confidently when
the time is right. Timing must always be right.
I will sing softly at first,
then raise my voice so that even the people in the
street will hear.
It will bring healing change, and then
I will go home until next time.
I am a song bird that announces love, seeds, & clean sky.
I am a shy voice being strengthened to
trumpet truth and watch the sound wash over the created.
“My heart overflows with a beautiful theme!
I recite my composition concerning the King.” Psalm 45:1
“The Lord gives the word of power; the women who bear and publish the news are a great host.” Psalm 68:11
(c) 2011, Robin Lawrimore