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Wednesday, September 27, 2017

It Could Be

It Could Be
a smile or a poem. Or new day light
that finds you through open
window. Or, perhaps, remembering 
that tomorrow
was never promised
It could be the scent
of baking bread, the first chill
of autumn that has you reaching
for your favorite
wool sweater. Or maybe
it’s the noticing of how easily
red maple becomes
and lets go
It could be taking today off
to be still, to un-know, to notice —
to practice loosening
your troubled grip
because grace can never
be gripped or grabbed
It could be choosing
softness in a world grown hard
because you’re tired of hurting
and being hurt and mercy
is the best kind
of medicine
It could be an invitation to gather
around the listening table
where every color is beautiful, where
there is no blame,
no shame — no them
no other
It could be any of these things
or no thing at all
that remind you that, really,
only a few things matter — 
Food. Trees. Words. Love. Mostly love.

©Julia Fehrenbacher 
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