From the darkness of the curtains I emerge.
A simple light leads the way as if it were a golden path.
In front of me, an empty canvass full of potential.
All judgments behind me.
My legs are beneath me, listening.
Shaking with the care-filled rhythms that surround.
It is a voice other than my own that I hear.
Even as I open my mouth and taste each cavity within the walls of my face,
it is another voice that sings.
I listen to my heart, to the hearts all around.
Silent and still.
I am the instrument.
Use this vehicle, use me for Thy will.
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