Watch them closely. <br />Your greater life depends on this. <br />See their bodies, watch their faces, <br />listen to their sound, which is <br />now the sound that we all own. <br /> <br />Now see your self, seeing them; <br />watch your self, watching them; <br />listen to your self, listening <br />to yourself. This is the moment <br />grace graces us. Our grace. <br /> <br />This shelf-stacker with <br />a battered face; this <br />village lady with a homely build; <br />this child, who, simply, sings <br />as if that could not be more natural: <br />see them; watch them; listen to the sound. <br /> <br />See them in profile: nobility <br />now shapes their face; <br />this is what heroes are, <br />heroes who await our call. <br /> <br />They have surrendered to their self; <br />was it we who called them? <br />Are there times when truth itself <br />is impatient of release; cannot wait <br />for us to earn that? <br /> <br />Perhaps just a few bars, as the song <br />begins to take them over, <br />sings, them; perhaps the climax of the song, <br />when all we can do is wildly clap, <br />applaud ourselves for what they’ve told us <br />that we always knew: we too, heroes, <br />heroines, waiting for the call <br />to be ourselves: <br /> <br />for a few bars, their stature <br />is beyond measure; remind yourself, <br />you saw it, watched them, listened: <br />listened to the sound which says <br />this, my sound, is the sound <br />that can do anything. anything: <br />now I make the world anew. <br /> <br />For a few bars, they tell us <br />this, this is who we are, <br />every one of us; this is <br />what talent’s given for; this, <br />what we were made for; <br />this is how great we are. <br /> <br />This is the sound of truth <br />singing the truth of truth itself; <br />this is what grace can do. <br />This is who we are.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-stature-of-truth/
