.
Somewhere I heard that One Voice
couldn’t make a difference.
I spoke anyway.
Someone told me no one would agree
with what I had to say.
I said what I had to say anyway.
In a faint clear voice, I spoke anyway.
Someone taught me that the truth
was something to be held inside.
I spoke what I knew to be the truth anyway.
Someone told me no one would care.
I spoke anyway.
Somewhere I learned that people might lash out
in anger, pain, fear and misunderstanding
when I spoke what I knew to be the truth.
And, in a strong clear voice I spoke anyway.
Each time I spoke my voice grew
stronger and more gentle.
Somehow I learned that one voice
primes the pump of another
and that voice brings
fresh water to the surface.
And then, one day-in the distance -
I could hear one voice speaking its truth;
A faint clear voice growing stronger
and becoming more gentle
as I listened.
And One Voice joins One Voice joins One Voice joins
another.