the past
has a voice.
sometimes
it whispers.
sometimes
it calls so loudly
we mistake it
for the present.
and there we stand,
in the Gap,
between
what was
and what is,
we do not have to
silence the echo.
it has something
to tell us.
so we listen.
we recognize
the voice.
we remember
where it came from.
and then,
we turn
toward the present.
for the echo
is not the voice
of this moment.
it is the sound
of something
that once was.
we can hear it.
we can honor
what it carries.
but we do not
have to obey it.
we are here.
now.
and the present
has a voice
of its own.
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