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Poem: Singing
I love singing,
but I’m not sure that others
appreciate my efforts.
On my own
I am hesitant,
my voice falters
and is unreliable.
Ask me to sing you a tune
and it comes out in a whisper.
But put me in a crowd,
set me in a congregation,
group me with others in worship
and I’ll sing my heart out –
as long as I don’t believe
that others are listening.
Continues...
©Marjorie Dobson
I love singing,
but I’m not sure that others
appreciate my efforts.
On my own
I am hesitant,
my voice falters
and is unreliable.
Ask me to sing you a tune
and it comes out in a whisper.
But put me in a crowd,
set me in a congregation,
group me with others in worship
and I’ll sing my heart out –
as long as I don’t believe
that others are listening.
Continues...
©Marjorie Dobson
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