It’s there, hiding, stubborn and peculiar. It jumps from your conscience to your lips and back again…and again. It’s who you are and what you’ll be. It’s everything and nothing all at once. It’s you profoundly and wholly. It’s your message, your sermon. It’s your prescribed path.
To some, it’s buried deep and only discovered after many false starts and upside down endings. To others, it’s right at the surface, bursting forth in brilliance and extraordinary color, beautifully blinding in its deliverance and interpretations. We fight for it and against it. But there it always is deep in our lowly souls, waiting and waiting.
A cadence to shout, a poem to preach, even a salvation to render…we each have our purpose, our responsibility to the fellow man. The world aches to realize and know what it is we hold dear in our heart of hearts, for they are blind and wanting as we once were. Each has something secretly held which needs to be put across ourselves, a righteous burden that needs to be delivered unto the masses.
Paint the picture, sing this song, and spread your truth. Enough time has passed and fewer days remain than were before. Say something…that which you deeply feel. Discover your courage and loosen your saintly tongue, for now is the time to stand tall and make your call heard.
Shrink not against the protesters and the naysayers to your cause. Instead envelope them and allow their rants of injustice to power you and build your purpose ever the more. You are called to conquer those that would dare stand against you and that you will do without fail.
So stiffen that neck and stand high in reverence, and deliver that which holds your soul hostage. Say from your lips the things that burn in your heart.
We all have something to say. Now is your turn.
