I carry the hopes of so many…
It feels a heavy burden.
“You do it…”
“You’d be a good one…”
“Oh, I’m so glad you’re here…”
The push is strong,
Insistent, relentless.
Sitting still is not an option.
What makes you the one?
They kill the messenger, you know.
Change will happen…
Nothing will stop that.
Can you pour enough…
Enough love to quiet the turmoil…
To quench the fire of fear?
No…but I can do my part…
My little bit.
And trust that the rest will happen
Somehow…
– jml (1998)
