A poem by Beverly Stock.
Thoughts that make lives intensify.
Make a sound to ignite intellection. Why?
Words resonate feelings both good and bad.
We become fulfilled or made emotional nomads.
No auras cling to listless words, yet
Hope circles a radiant light over pen in hand.
Ideas respire rhythmically as we breathe
The mind Harbors sincerity like contraband.
Lives born, seldom torn apart,
When nurtured by truth, justice
And the American way.
It’s a start!