there is a word.
when you speak the truth to power.
when you do the right thing at great cost.
when you realize,
this might not end well,
but choose the path regardless.

there is a word.
that will take you to the loves of your life
with words they do not want to hear,
that will take you to that place
that smells like rotting Hell,
that will take you to the stars,
not knowing what waits for you.

there is a word.
say that word.
live that word.
remember that a little action
can change lives.
remember that you are never alone.

say that word.
live that word.

now.
say it now.
live it now.

courage

Time

Why should Father Time be a father?
Why not an emu, or a mule?
But I am given to understand
That emus make excellent fathers.

And time takes every relevant thing,
Every subversive notion,
Every turn of phrase that dances
On the limits of delight

And places it in a home
Where people wear funny clothes,
The parties are extravagant
And the toilets awkward.

That mule, Time, is undefeated,
They refuse to lose,
Sheer determination pushing stars
From one sky to another.

The jingle jangle replaced by a strange chime,
The dust in the wind blown into a crevasse,
Pressed and reformed into something new
Full of the unforgettable moments

No one remembers.

Why should Father Time be a father?