Living [a poem]
By Markie Doczi | Featured Contributor
Love and compassion, sorrow and strife
An uneven rhythm, this opus called life
Fate she is fickle, one day you’re stuck
And the next you may have a stroke of good luck
By Markie Doczi | Featured Contributor
Love and compassion, sorrow and strife
An uneven rhythm, this opus called life
Fate she is fickle, one day you’re stuck
And the next you may have a stroke of good luck
By Sharon Jeremiah Anuye | Featured Contributor
Sunlight blinding my sight
Skin glowing like diamonds
The trees swaying side to side
With the cool breeze blowing
Thinking out loud about
Where I was before.
By Cynthia Cady Stanton | Featured Contributor
When fear is everywhere,
take a breath.
Remind yourself that
as real as the fear feels,
it is a passing storm.
You can see it but
you don’t belong to it.
Remember that you
are not the weather.
You are the sky.
We can choose to be blown away
and knocked off our feet…
or we can choose
to have the compassionate
and wise view from above.
We can be observant
while holding on to
who we really are.
Only by holding fast
to the good in us –
our expansive being –
can we truly be helpful
or even present.
So, keep your eyes open
while patiently riding it out.
Don’t allow yourself to get knocked over
or sucked into the whirlwind.
Be ever-present and calm
just like the blue sky
which endures every storm.
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Thank you, Cynthia, for these beautiful and timely words.
Wishing everyone a blessed day.
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