Friday, February 6, 2015

Poem: Our Choice



Once we are alive things happen,
good things and bad,
serendipitous, unfortunate,
miraculous, heartbreaking,
hum-drum.

We have
a choice in how we respond;
quickly or thoughtfully,
with words, with actions,
with anger, with graciousness,
with silence.

Tone of voice,
body language, the eyes,
speak as loudly as words,
can hurt more deeply,
but can also sooth, comfort,
encourage, calm, heal.

We have a choice
in these as well.

Let bitterness and conflict
die unspoken behind
lowered lids, closed lips.
Bitterness, complaint,
judgements, if spoken aloud,
take root and grow. Take care.

Name them. Comfort yourself.
Set them aside. Step into
the next moment unburdened.
Make it a practice.

Life.  Is.  Not.  Fair.
It's true. Know it.
So what?
Keep walking, keep working,
keep loving in spite of it.

 Sorrow and pain abound
as do affection and joy,
indifference, intolerance,
as well as great sacrifice.
Amen. I agree. So be it.

The sky is pink with morning.
What will you choose to
pick up and carry with you
into this new day,
this day full of choices?










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