Turn your heart, over and over,
Bring it even to an imaginary light.
It could be for someone's over there.

Take a moment, a park, a stream, a field,
A quiet space, a room, put it anywhere.
From a shop in the street, you may yield.

We may not learn of every word we read,
We may not believe of every word we hear,
We may not feel for every word we have.

Find the space, there is plenty,
Every page doesn't need to be empty,
Support the words you write.

Start the beginning, first with no ending,
The same of the ending, to be another beginning,
Start your life first, only with no ending.

Use all your time, as a space,
Your bound to lose it, but first lose it to yourself,
It's not just here, for anyone.

©2007, Ron Globe