Speak even when you are speechless.
Bellow when you are crying.
Whisper when you are lost.
Open your palms when words fail.
Pray when you are harrowed.
If nothing grows, plant weeds.
Reach out when there’s nothing left to do.
Hold others tight during a quake.
Take the hands of those who stand apart.
Give when your account is empty.
Share everything when nothing remains.
If fish die, water the oceans.
Imagine while you dream.
Rock while the baby sleeps.
Cradle when the aged weep.
Plan the future on the last page of the calendar.
Climb atop the barricades.
If you waver, stand on quicksand.
Awaken on the cusp of the new day.
Cross over as the piers collapse.
March on two broken feet.
Dance on your knees and elbows.
Crawl on the flesh around your ribs.
If you wear rags, scour the mud.
Avoid flight when evil approaches.
Listen to those who will not hear.
Sign for those who are made silent.
Thump your chest when your breath catches.
Pierce your heart when you shiver.
If the bees depart, bring honey.
Translate pain into self portraits.
Wail when words are not enough.
Write when words are all you have.
Etch in blood when your pencil breaks.
There’s always something you can do.
If not for you, for someone else.
Just a thought 44
Painting: Mother and Child, 1914, by Julius Paulsen