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SPEAK THE TRUTH, MY HEART by Francesca Aniballi

 

Speak the Truth, my Heart

by Francesca Aniballi

 

When the sun hides behind the blue mountains

and the rays linger on the purple-edged clouds

you know itā€™s time to speak the truth.

 

Truth is a wild hawk no one can break into servitude.

It purveys the lay of the land -- your every beat

and jump, your whys and how.

 

When confusion rolls over the world

in all seasons, speak the truth, my heart.

 

Poised between heaven and earth,

speak the truth, my heart.

 

In the wind-swept valleys, 

speak the truth, my heart.

 

Speak the truth, my heart

lest you die of hunger.

 

For as long as you do,

your flame will burn bright

and rise.



 

Francesca Aniballi is a creative facilitator and writer who brings her love of story, narrative and poetry in her work with women. She believes that story holds magic and has the potential to bring about healing, empowerment and reconnection to one another and to our common home: the earth. You can contact her at Creative Journeys for Women, where she writes, offers courses and shares her creative tips and ideas.

 

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