so many,
        so, so many stories....
                that remain untold

love hidden within....
                      the shy breast

justice that has yet ....
                           to unfold

joy blooming within....
                                the bud

sadness caught up in ....
                              life's tangles

a new road to forge....

            old steps to retrace....

the recogntion of hope....
   burgeoning in a new place

the light growing dim....
          or the bulb turning on

first words....last words....
and all the words....
        that lie somewhere....
                                in between

within all....
the grain of sand
that can become the pearl

as poets....
we are a voice to the world.