Be moved

By the cry of the innocent in need

Be moved

By the power of a tiny mustard seed

Be moved

By the hunger cries of a people holding on

Be moved

Realizing your children are growing and moving on.

Be moved

By new knowledge acquired as a gift

Be moved

When you see someone holding more than they can lift

Mountainside, oceantide, and river runs

When Soul abides, friend confides, the setting of the sun.

Be moved

By what you see, and what you can be at your best

Be moved

Until your body comes to its blessed and final rest

Being moved means just that, you see from a different place

Being moved means your movements don’t always have to be a race.

Being moved by the force of creation and love

Will never quite feel that it fits like a glove.

That discomfort calling us wherever our bodies and hearts will go

Be moved to participate in an awe inspiring flow

So if you feel stuck, bored and uninspired

If monotony has calmed that internal fire

Be moved, change space, change your mind and your heart

Being moved never means starting over at the start

So take all of your beliefs, experiences, hurts and joys

and be moved to fresh perspective void of big ploys

meant to restrict and inflict mental pain

Be moved from a sleep to your feet once again

You come back every week looking for something that will sustain you

But the restriction of place benefits just the few

It is only those who are free that can be moved

Beloved be free, be moved