Life is not a straight line. It's a downpour of gifts, please – hold out your hand

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Thank you for being here. I'm so glad you're here.

Friday, February 27, 2009

POEM

WANT

to tuck into a corner
under soft fleece
to hush noises and pictures and words
want to stop
and remember
to sink
all the way in

want to release
old stories
screaming loud voices
silenced ones
who can't and didn't

want to wrap them
in warmth
to hear them and see them
to tell them
they can

want to know
and keep knowing
how to be
how to be free
of want

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