and utterly unique.
There are gifts you were born to give.
Songs you were born to sing
Stories you were born to tell.
And if you do not give it,
The world will simply lose it.
It is yours alone to offer,
No one can give it for you.
because this is important,
This wounded world
needs all the songs we can pull from the air,
Every story that helps us to remember.
It needs every single gift,
large and small.
And yes, dearest,
This grateful world does rejoice
Every courageous time
We are true to ourselves and to our gifts.
And so it is,
We embrace the song
and the story
and all our gifts because the world has such great need
and because the world exceedingly rejoices
and because there is no sadder thing
than to leave this world
having never really shown up.
Carrie Newcomber, A Permeable Life: Poems & Essays