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Where is your Selma?
Where will you be when freedom’s band
Shouts its hurrah?
Where your deep passion meets a deep need
That’s where God is planting a seed.
Raise up your voice and make the choice
To make your stand.

Where is your Tiananmen Square?
Where is the place you’ll make a stand;
(And) be what you dare?
Where your deep passion meets a deep need
That’s where God is planting a seed.
Raise up your voice and make the choice
To make your stand.

Where is your Dandi?
Where will you walk, joined hand in hand,
To reach your sea?
Where your deep passion meets a deep need
That’s where God is planting a seed.
Raise up your voice and make the choice
To make your stand.

© 2007 Martha Kirby Capo

Breeze
Teases
Undulates
Sonorously
Slips her zephyr hips
Through gently shackled canes
Of dried Balinese bamboo
Pretends to ignore their sultry
Vibrations as she releases their
Island rhythms to dance through my garden.

© 2002 Martha Kirby Capo

wilted hibiscus
bloom keeps silent vigil
sun-dappled cat snores

wet pawprints dissolve
moonstones guard cool green water
tadpoles resurface

wind teases shy ferns
ruffles chocolate brown fur
ear twitches just once

© 2002 Martha Kirby Capo

Come, sisters all, and hope with me
Hearing the future's melody;
Open the ears of your heart,
Join in the dance and we'll start
Weaving, believing, perceiving our dream.

Come, brothers all, and sing along
Trusting in faith to build our song;
Open the eyes of your heart,
Join in the dance and we'll start
Weaving, believing, perceiving our dream.

Hope lets us hear tomorrow's call;
Faith lets us sing her sweet chorale;
Open the heart of your heart,
Join in our dancing and start
Weaving, believing, perceiving our dream.

© 2007 Martha Kirby Capo