There must be those of us called who sing of place,
who can experience it from the patient
reflectiveness
of soul,
that very place where we are, what we
have seen with
our own eyes,
where we gather from all our senses
the impressions
place offers us;
and to learn of & consider that Threads of
place
are woven through
us,
to one by one hold in hand the
Threads that weave a place to be
what it is, to make of us what we are—
Oh, to sing of our place, to bring into form the spirit
of our place,
to provide a home in soul for the
memory a place is,
that soul might in turn find itself
at home in its place.
In our own person to speak for, be
an advocate for,
our place,
this place where we live—
May it find in us, those of us called,
its voice.