Sing for me. Sing for love and hope and years
Transfigured in the Eucharist of time.
Sing for all that is beauty, all that is
Lovely and precious and sublime. Open
Your mouth and sing for the pure carnal joy
Of making sound. Sing Blessed Assurance.
Sing that you once were lost but now are found,
And prove it in the singing. Sing for me
In spite of the daily barrage of your
Happiness, in spite of the well-rehearsed
Architecture of your smile. Sing even
If it feels ridiculous, in spite of
The raging cliché. I don’t care. Do it.
Throw it away. And maybe if you sing
Loudly enough you won’t be able to
Hear all the reasons not to, anyway.