"We are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike." ~Maya Angelou
Thursday, September 22, 2016
Poem: At The Moment of Letting Go
At that point in the long climb up the rocky slope where you have lost the will to climb,
you notice a single tiny, purple flower
growing out of a crack in the rock.
At that point in the summer heat when
everything you planted and cared for
is brown and covered in dust,
the Spider Lilies burst into rosy bloom.
When you have lost the path and lost your
way and are out of both strength and ideas,
suddenly a star flares, a voice calls,
familiar laughter calms your heart.
Debra Dotter Blakley
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