Hope, hurts and hungers of the crowd have found an ear,
the powerless are empowered,
listen to us.
Words whispered in silence find their way to the lips of one who would lead,
the voiceless find a voice,
speak for us.
Mist that veils the future, locks in the past as if ever present is dispelled,
the blind see – vision paints a new picture,
see tomorrow for us.
Alone each one living behind labels and in boxes,
the isolated are formed into community,
belong with us.
The leader, listens, speaks, sees and belongs.
“We” becomes the leader.
We are therefore I am . . .
the leader.