-------Shadow-------
It
is one of those sweet
and
serendipitous
ways
of summer
How
when
the sun
has
reached its height
The
leaves
too
are
fullest.
There
is little else
I
could hope to do
in
a day
Than
give thanks
to
these small
and
wonderful things
While
resting
in
the shadow
of
a tree.
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-------Still-------
No matter
what kind
of day
I'm having
The sea tides
still
move out
and in
And the hummingbirds,
in their humble way,
come and go
from flowers.
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-------Nootka Rose-------
The
smell of salt water
and
Nootka rose
Pulled
me
gently
From
out distraction.
"Be
present while
you
walk"
They
reminded
fragrantly,
"For
you are a guest here
And
walking,
if
you allow it,
Can
be one
way
That
you give thanks."
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-------White Man’s Burden-------
What if
the stories we told ourselves
were love stories?
Odes of joy
and not
denial.
How might
the world
be different
If those in power
followed
their own constitution?
If accountability
was something that children
learned
was courage?
Imagine
the possibilities
that could unfold
If this country honored treaties
and the promise made
of emancipation.
Oh,
how things
would change
If the white man
did not turn
toward anger
But loved
ourselves
enough to reckon
With the shame
and burden
we carry.
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-------Plenty and Enough-------
Underground
the garlic seed
is multiplying
Yesterday we planted one
Tomorrow
there will be many.
Abundance
is the dream this world
is made from
Not too much for any one
But plenty
and enough for all.
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