Apr 15, 2010 18:38
Sifting from the moment into retrospect,
The path of least resistance quiets the voice,
And yet without words put forth there is no change,
So it is with trepidation that I spoke,
Willing and wanting for something to shift,
Now the waiting for the meanings to sink in,
For others to take apart what was given,
To help enact change at the highest peak,
So that those at the base may one day drink,
Of the waters that trickle down.
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