Tag: poem
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The Gorgeous Sky Doesn’t Wonder if She Should Be Blue
The gorgeous sky doesn’t wonder if she should be blue. The sweet grass doesn’t worry about whether she is green enough. It is us, our own eyes and neural networks interpreting greenness, blueness, and enoughness. The crow doesn’t fret about the coarseness of her cawing. The cicada is not concerned with the volume of her…
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December’s Eve
This poem was written by a dear friend who decided our ideas were worthy of poetry. This is our organic, spontaneous, joyful collaboration. It spilled out of our connection, and she caught all the gems, arranging them with her time, effort, and energy, creating what you see below. We had been talking & texting about…
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A Wishing Prayer
Even if I never write again past this moment it is at God’s pleasure that I wish to serve. I read that Mother Theresa thought of herself as a little pencil that God moved as he liked. I can offer my own little will to God’s and he can move my pencil as he likes.…
Amy Secrist 