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Say Yes<\/p>\n
When two violins are placed in a room if a chord on one violin is struck
\nthe other violin will sound the note
\nIf this is your definition of hope
\nThis is for you
\nThe ones who know how powerful we are
\nWho know we can sound the music in the people around us
\nsimply by playing our own strings
\nfor the ones who sing life into broken wings
\nopen their chests and offer their breath
\nas wind on a still day when nothing seems to be moving
\nSpare those intent on proving god is dead
\nFor you when your fingers are red
\nfrom clutching your heart
\nso it will beat faster
\nFor the time you mastered the art of giving yourself for the sake of someone else
\nFor the ones who have felt what it is to crush the lies
\nand lift truth so high the steeples bow to the sky
\nThis is for you<\/p>\n
This is also for the people who wake early to watch flowers bloom
\nWho notice the moon at noon on a day when the world
\nhas slapped them in the face with its lack of light
\nFor the mothers who feed their children first
\nand thirst for nothing when they\u2019re full<\/p>\n
This is for women
\nAnd for the men who taught me only women bleed with the moon
\nbut there are men who cry when women bleed
\nmen who bleed from women\u2019s wounds
\nand this is for that moon
\non the nights she seems hung by a noose
\nFor the people who cut her loose
\nand for the people still waiting for the rope to burn
\nabout to learn they have scissors in their hands<\/p>\n
This is for the man who showed me
\nthe hardest thing about having nothing
\nis having nothing to give
\nWho said the only reason to live is to give ourselves away
\nSo this is for the day we\u2019ll quit or jobs and work for something real
\nWe\u2019ll feel for sunshine in the shadows
\nlook for sunrays in the shade<\/p>\n
This is for the people who rattle the cage that slave wage built
\nand for the ones who didn\u2019t know the filth until tonight
\nBut right now are beginning songs that sound something like
\npeople turning their porch lights on and calling the homeless back home<\/p>\n
This is for all the shit we own
\nand for the day we\u2019ll learn how much we have
\nwhen we learn to give that shit away
\nThis is for doubt becoming faith
\nFor falling from grace and climbing back up
\nFor trading our silver platters for something that matters
\nlike the gold that shines from our hands when we hold each other<\/p>\n
This is for the grandmother who walked a thousand miles on broken glass
\nto find that single patch of grass to plant a family tree
\nwhere the fruit would grow to laugh
\nFor the ones who know the math of war
\nhas always been subtraction
\nso they live like an action of addition
\nFor you when you give like every star is wishing on you
\nand for the people still wishing on stars
\nthis is for you too<\/p>\n
This is for the times you went through hell so someone else wouldn\u2019t have to
\nFor the time you taught a 14 year old girl she was powerful
\nThis is for the time you taught a 14 year old boy he was beautiful
\nFor the radical anarchist asking a republican to dance
\ncause what\u2019s the chance of everyone moving from right to left
\nif the only moves they see are NBC and CBS<\/p>\n
This is for the no becoming yes
\nFor scars becoming breath
\nFor saying I love you to people who will never say it to us
\nFor scraping away the rust and remembering how to shine
\nFor the dime you gave away when you didn\u2019t have a penny
\nFor the many beautiful things we do
\nFor every song we\u2019ve ever sung
\nFor refusing to believe in miracles
\nbecause miracles are the impossible coming true
\nand everything is possible<\/p>\n
This is for the possibility that guides us
\nand for the possibilities still waiting to sing
\nand spread their wings inside us
\n\u2018Cause tonight saturn is on his knees
\nproposing with all of his ten thousand rings
\nthat whatever song we\u2019ve been singing we sing even more
\nThe world needs us right now more than it ever has before
\nPull all your strings
\nPlay every chord
\nIf you\u2019re writing letters to the prisoners
\nstart tearing down the bars
\nIf you\u2019re handing our flashlights in the dark
\nstart handing our stars
\nNever go a second hushing the percussion of your heart
\nPlay loud
\nPlay like you know the clouds have left too many people cold and broken
\nand you\u2019re their last chance for sun
\nPlay like there\u2019s no time for hoping brighter days will come
\nPlay like the apocalypse is only 4\u20263\u20262
\nbut you have a drum in your chest that could save us
\nYou have a song like a breath that could raise us
\nlike the sunrise into a dark sky that cries to be blue
\nPlay like you know we won\u2019t survive if you don\u2019t
\nbut we will if you do
\nPlay like saturn is on his knees
\nproposing with all of his ten thousand rings
\nthat we give every single breath
\nthis is for saying\u2013yes
\nThis is for saying yes<\/p>\n<\/div>\n
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Blessed to be able to stand with, celebrate, love and embrace each new day surrounded by my Sister Friends – all the bosses, entrepreneurs, activists, artists, directors, writers, engineers, teachers, scientists, realtors, tech innovators, athletes, musicians, doctors, service providers, nurses, bankers, legislatures, creative directors, designers, publicists, agents, attorneys, chefs, trainers, dreamers, healers, wives, mothers, grandmothers, ancestors and inspirations that continue to grace my life with their wisdom, hearts and beauty.<\/p>\n
Much work to do. Glad for the community and connections and sisterhood to accomplish the miraculous.<\/p>\n
Happy Day to you and your loved ones! Many blessings and lots of love to you and your many endeavors.<\/p>\n
Thanks to GOOGLE \/ YOUTUBE for their diverse connected, powerful work in the world.<\/p>\n
#HerVoiceisMYVOICE #MelsLoveLand #MiniMag<\/p>\n
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Today we celebrate what the world we wish to see.<\/p>\n