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Poem: The Courage To Sing

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By Christi Ortiz

Like a cup filled to the brim, 
at times my heart cries out, 
“I cannot hold the pain of the world any longer!” 
I shake my fist to the sky and shout, “no more!”
Only to hear silence

…and birds chirping in the background 
on this cold winter morning
as if to taunt me with their joy 
and song and carefree nature 

Don’t they know the pain and travesty that befalls this earth?
What ancient wisdom do they know that I have forgotten?
Is it that they somehow know the full story 
that spans millennia before and after this generation?

Or is it that they are fully immersed in the present,
fully alive 
in the Now 
not carrying burdens not meant for them to bare

They know their place, their role in the whole of creation, 
content to do their part and sing their single song 
in their small corner of the world,
responding to an inner instinct, intuition 
with grace and beauty, 
unattached to who listens or not, 
undisturbed by the effect or response, or lack thereof…
just chirp, chirp… 

into the still air 
and that 
is enough

And somehow my heart feels a bit lighter
as if their foreign language spoke 
to a knowing hidden inside me, 
that all shall be well, all will be healed, 
hope conquers despair, 
goodness grows ever new again 
just like the tender shoots of spring emerge after a long, dark, cold winter….
promising hope, abundance, joy, new life, and restoration

Yes I too must do my small part, 
in my small corner of the world,
unattached to the results, undeterred 
and sing my own song and know 
it is enough

And somehow my distant song 
may travel and speak a secret language 
to the deep inner knowing of another and…

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Christi Ortiz

About Christi Ortiz

Christi Ortiz is a licensed marriage and family therapist by profession and a poet by passion.  She enjoys trying to put to words to that which is wordless and give voice to the dynamic and wild spiritual journey called life. She lives in Spokane with her husband and two children, Emmanuel and Grace. She loves the outdoors and meditating in the early mornings which gives rise to her poetry.

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