Reasons That I Write

because tears

need a witness in the rain

and the homeless

need a voice in the silence

to open hope’s eyes

for one more day of what-could-be

if a child

begs for love with her eyes

when a people

rise up for what is right

or a mom

takes a third job to make ends meet

will the bluebonnets

paint the fields in azul tones

if the breath

creates the life para darnos el amor

and the meaning

gets lost and found within

the always growing reasons

that I write and write and    write

by Rod C. Stryker

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