Hidden,

we are a shadow

of our former selves,

tucked away.

round a corner,

we have found a space

to practice our songs

in hiddeness…

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Once we occupied a more

glorious location,

we were in the

thick of things,

respected and loved

we held a central place,

and our song was heard.

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But now we are hidden,

and though

some still find us,

others think we

have gone…

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Here, in our

diminished state,

we find comfort

in songs

from days gone by,

in repeating patterns

from our former lives,

and we try to tell

ourselves that

nothing has changed…

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But a new, yet timeless song

is demanding our attention,

we know the words, and

the tune is printed on our souls…

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We are called forth

called out,

called beyond our hiddeness,

to enter the song afresh,

to sing out a new refrain,

to weave past cadences

with today’s harmonies,

to create

a symphony

in song.

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Why is the first note

so difficult to find?