JOINED
Heart beat of man pounding - yet
unheard joined becomes the beat of a nation.
Words of man written - yet
unread joined becomes a proclamation.
Sounds of man spoken - yet
unheard joined becomes a production .
Lines of man drawn - yet
unrecognized joined becomes an illustration.
Beings of man humming - yet
forgotten joined becomes a celebration.
Patterns of man created - yet
invisible joined becomes a new universe.
Joined we become recognized.
Susan "Sue" Bacon Trumpfheller is an author, teacher, researcher and coach. Sue works with her clients to use subtle energies to create their supportive environments. You can contact her at http://www.ecoentrepreneur.org
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