Be Bold for Change

How lucky are we

to not be

one of the five million

women

or girls

at any given

moment

being sold

into sexual slavery

How they wish

they could

be bold

for change

how they need

us

to be

how they need

to just

be

On this morning

somewhere is a dream

a prayer

clinging to a girl

like a torn and tattered

robe

she has likely lost

hope

that we care

in God’s lightening game

of hide

and seek

We must find

these women

and girls

by the bold

light of day

never give

up

find

a way

to save them

heal them

love them

We need

to be

bold

so we can

hold out hope

for a gentle

world

to come

home to

change

Coins like stars

are everywhere

shining in the streets

as light blankens

the sky

we reach

out our hands

to pick

them up

pluck one

with pluck

in our palms

like a guitar pick

in search of

a key change

a shell

in need

of a sea change

They each have

a name

these bold women

and girls

we see them

we need to

tell them

they are not invisible

they have names

like stars

and ours

must

be