What would you do if you really knew
that life was wanting to sing through you?
What would you say if your words could convey
prayers that the world was waiting to pray?
What would you be if your being could free
some piece of the world’s un-whispered beauty?
What would you stop to bless and caress
if you believed that blessing could address
our painful illusions of brokenness?
What would you harvest from heartache and pain
if you understood loss as a way to regain
the never-forsaken terrain of belonging?
What would you love if your love could ignite
a sea full of stars on the darkest night?
— BERNADETTE MILLER