Wandering widely with no fixed home, Roots too shallow to hold through storms, Suck sustinance without them. Drift with the tide or run with the wind, Scatter remnants and pollinate in passing, Leaving a footprint or impression but no more. The approach of comfort heralds change, Pushed to stretch and shift again, Never quite able to really rest. Pause for a while with what can be carried, Settle in and carve a place called home, A refuge from storms while it lasts.
Month: June 2017
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Gypsy
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Malice Toward None
Rancor and tumult – spices too strongly used Rancid and putrid but liberally applied Flavor discourse and inflame Destroying the middle Division and anger brandished with flair Garnering headlines and attention Pandering to basest of instincts Enriching the masters This giant of men though humanly flawed Had hope for a more perfect future He spoke of reconciliation He would not approve We squander the promise he fought for Many men's blood spilled for unity We ignore their heartfelt pleas We polarize and divide Reconsider the dangerous course we have set Speak with softness and listen much more Seek to understand and discuss Have substantial debates Take a new path built on foundational truths Firmness in right as God gives us to see Malice toward none, charity for all Let us strive on