The trees murmur your name and wonder.
The birds sing out the call,
“We need your voice, we need your voice.
Let us hear your true voice,
so we might feel the warmth
of your soul.”
It’s out, it’s out.
The call is out
if you can hear it.
The call to live your bigness.
Step forward in love.
Step forward in style.
Leap the leap
into the breach,
and into the britches
of your bigger self.
You have nothing to lose
except everything
when the blink of your life ends
and you know
surer than Krampus
that there never was anything to fear.
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