Shallow Grave

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You will not catch me sleeping in your shallow grave so wholesome.

Nor napping in the tomb of discontent.

Though the hands do tremble

a victory should be claimed.

without fanfare or extravagance.

In true discourse,

mine not yours,

of course.

It used to be…

that I belonged to you

you belonged to me.

So what of the past

picking apart peculiar trips…

set adrift onto different seas.

A clan unleashed in the barren desert

awaiting their ships of plenty…it had been lost at sea.

As siblings we were swaddled in damaged cloth

So I suppose to disrobe the anger…

well, that is all I’ve got.

Humbly I will ask you

Step away from the shallow grave.

Only the ugly becomes more perverse with the tall tales

we create.

There are many out there just like me

Walking a lonesome solo path

step by step reconciliation is the only fact.

Brothers and sisters, I stand at the shallow grave…daily

Casting a lucky penny in…

Full knowing I am not without my own sin.

Goddess, today, grant that I maybe less judgmental and more mindful of those I met.  I am unaware of the burdens placed upon their feet.

You Humble Me

You humble me.

Be it ever so casually.

Still, you humble me.

 

As we shift into each other.

Loneliness bares it’s blanket…to those unfamiliar with the,

coil of your laughter.

Only to await…what comes after.

 

Your careening smile in times of silly matters.

The dust you leave behind…when being innocently kind.

Weathered steps…to your mind.

 

You humble me with your stilled black and white…

In the vulnerable night.

You humble me,

as though,

my only means for sight.

A Guide to Daily Living

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Sometimes, I believe, my witnessing life…to be just me.  The obvious…  The oblivion…The hate before love.  Appearing as if…a lost item in the woods.  Something that no one else can see.  Domesticated shows itself as…relative.  The tamed and knowledgeable depleting understanding and wise.  

It is as clear a thought… as a walk among the wild things.  Something only the beastly and I…can see.

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We can practice humility:

To speak as little as possible of one’s self.

To mind one’s own business.

Not to want to manage other people’s affairs.

To avoid curiosity.

To accept contradictions and correction cheerfully.

To pass over the mistakes of others.

To accept insults and injuries.

To accept being slighted, forgotten and disliked.

To be kind and gentle even under provocation.

Never to stand on one’s dignity.

Mother Teresa, A Guide to Daily Living

 

 

Bipartisan

“not heeding the road ahead.  This is our history ill-fed.  An homage to the panting, silver spoon, poorly groomed, pedigree, chasing his tail.  A no-show for humility…no matter the catastrophic…fail.”

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‘We have to fight. We have to fight against propaganda and crackpot conspiracy theories. We have to fight isolationism, protectionism, and nativism. We have to defeat those who would worsen our divisions. We have to remind our sons and daughters that we became the most powerful nation on Earth by tearing down walls, not building them.’

John McCain

 

Practicing Humility

Can I get an AMEN!?

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To speak as little as possible of one’s self.

To mind one’s own business.

Not to want to manage other people’s affairs.

To avoid curiosity.

To accept contradictions and correction cheerfully.

To pass over the mistakes of others.

To accept insults and injuries.

To accept being slighted, forgotten and disliked.

To be kind and gentle even under provocation.

Never to stand on one’s dignity.

To choose always the hardest.