IT Professional & Seattle Guy
I stand on the edge
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p style=”font-family:"”>One foot in yin
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p style=”font-family:"”>As I await the sun
Staring down the road
Much potential before me
The newness of spring
I love well crafted writing. Mr. Giridharadas’ letter, read below, gracefully captures one of America’s most painful divisions. I, like him, get very excited by all the possibilities within the coming culture. I forget, also, the many who find their identity challenged, status eliminated. Perhaps illusions shattered. Many of us find it easy to gaze down our spectacles at these people. Doing so damages our witness, denies the hope that I long for. What place exists for these folks? And if we truly value compassion, we need to look at this with a honest, self-aware gaze.
A night of poor sleep
Dawn without mercy moving
Relentless motion
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Today’s garden walk
With children’s delightful fun
The blessings of spring
These weird connections
Resurrection and rabbits?
And eggs with tie-dye?
May you find blessedness this day.
This audio dance
As I sit this Saturday
My ears rejoicing
Trees bursting with blooms
Blossom petals slowly fall
Seasons still changing