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This Phoenix Speaks

Seven years in the making, my first published book, This Phoenix Speaks , is now a reality. The tireless and tiring work invested to ma...

the crack of noon



When does a person rise to this glorious occasion called life?
When does a connection spark and arc to make new light?

When will the haters desert their agenda called strife?
When will I discern when to stand down instead of fight?

When do the small and insignificant find their shine?
When do the insignificant find they are anything but?

When can justice function in its true design?
When can the trampled find doors that are no longer shut?

When might the heart find its blessed resting place?
When might there be time enough to do everything?

How could waking up
To what you ought to do
Ever have an expiration

How could equity and care
For those who are starving
For want of life
Ever have a limit

How could all that is good
And truly right
Stay twisted and shrouded
Ever left to never be noticed

How could reciprocated love
And genuine affection
Ever have no place in you

At the crack of noon
Is when all hearts are heard
And wounds are helped and healed

At the crack of noon
Is where you'll find me
Holding out my hand for you

Like an arrival and departure
Time at the train station
The whistle blows for you
At the crack of noon

When is the crack of noon?
It is when you finally wake up.
And it is never too late.
Wake up. Your life awaits you.


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