It has been hard, lately, to sing. Yet, sing I do, still.
It has been hard, lately, to encourage folks finding no encouragement not many encouraging places, for me. Yet, encourage, I do, still.
It has been hard, lately, to keep tears of despair away as so many discouraging, dismaying, disheartening things have happened. Yet, I cry, though not in despair, still.
Still, I move on.
Still, I sing.
Still, I encourage.
Still, I love.
Still, I hope.
Still, I rejoice.
Still, I live.
Still, I say.
Still, I fight.
Still, I laugh.
Yes, through tears.
Yes, through sadness.
Yes, through this madness.
Yes, through rage.
Yes, through sorrow.
Yes, through heartache.
Yes, through hardship.
I sing, loudly, badly, through these lips of color, reaching out, to another and others. Loving folks, praying for folks, encouraging folks, having hope for folks.
Still.
Always.
Nevertheless.
However.
NOTHING shall stop me from doing all that I know, giving all that I have, singing as loudly as my lungs will allow them to go.
Why?
I have no choice.
You have no choice.
My song, your song, our song, is much, much too important to be allowed to be silenced.
Lift up, your voice.
Lift up, your heart.
Lift up, your light.
Lift up, your fight.
Lift up, your song.
Lift up, your head.
Lift up, beloveds, lift up.
We shall NOT be greatly moved.
This present darkness, will never, never, never, ever, ever, ever, silence my song.
Let NOTHING, steal your song.
singing STILL and especially for those whose voices shall never be heard again,
Cassandra aka Jaybird aka Sweetpea aka here STILL!
Ha!
#YourLifeMattersToMe

