to gently speak
but to tell it all
to trust that grace
will break the fall
to stand with pride
and move adept
to know when silence
should be kept
to know when holding back
is right
and also
when it’s fair to fight
to sleep in the palm
of safety’s hand
and feel the pulse
of the living land
to live in the manner
wish’d to die
with shining eyes
and joyful sigh
© 2018 rosie schriever
