Dear writer, write.

Sweet angel, sing.
Dance breezily, Butterfly,
With vulnerable wings,
Fated and true .

Offering comfort
To grieving hearts,
And love to heartless souls,
Raising many soulless spirits,
Reconcile the trinity.

With poetry authentic
And full nakedness, arouse,
By fearlessly exposing
Your wealth, poverty,
Prayers, and doubt.

Seek depths undiscovered,
Soar to heights
That are too high,
Take the road less travelled,
Find the diamond unshined.

Behold the gift
Of giftedness:
A buried talent has no worth.
Sow every seed bestowed,
Pour out the succulence reaped.

A whisper may distantly echo,
A single drop might ripple far,
A giving tree never stops giving,
Though a low-lying stump
It may ultimately be.

When words seem frozen solid,
I will bring a warming thaw.
With stillness, know I am.
And faithfully unfailing,
I will revive you time and again.