As the year ends...
«-A Big Fat Poem-»
One step and then another,
And the longest walk is ended;
One stitch and then another,
And the largest rent is mended.
One brick upon another,
And the highest wall is made;
One flake upon another,
And the deepest snow is laid.
and the old years blow back
like a wind
that I catch in my hair
like strong fingers like
all my old promises and
it will be hard to let go
of what I said to myself
about myself
when I was sixteen and
twentysix and thirtysix
fourtysix and fiftysix
even sixtysix but
I am running into a new year
and I beg what I love and
I leave to forgive me.
¡Wake Up! «It's how to build a Human»
Twelve months in a row
Use them well and let them go.
Welcome them without a fear
Let them go without a tear.
Twelve months in a year
Greet the passing miracle.
Spring and summer beautiful
Autumn, winter, gliding on
Glorious seasons quickly gone.
God's treasures in a row
Take them, love them, let them go!
We’ve lost our Sundays, our weekends, our nights off — our holy days, as some would have it; our bosses, junk mailers, our parents can find us wherever we are, at any time of day or night. More and more of us feel like emergency-room physicians, permanently on call, required to heal ourselves but unable to find the prescription for all the clutter on our desk.
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