A Poem: Room

What might one become when given a voice, and room. Room to change, expand, grow, belong. How might our tender growth, be sustained until it is able to live and thrive on its own. Can we be space for one another and give room to speak; to walk, to dance, to hold our head high. … More A Poem: Room

A Poem: We Sing

We sing. We open our mouths before dawn breaks, because our hope seeds in the dark.   And we believe, before we see, the dawn that breaks through leaves and gilds them gold.   We ariseĀ in our hearts, and so our voice declares the light before it arrives.   Ana Lisa de Jong May 2017 … More A Poem: We Sing