My Son’s Circles

My son walks in circles

Whenever he is free;

Yet such a silly thing

Is quite powerful to me.

The world is open for us,

Information to be found,

Yet most of us walk circles

With our eyes upon the ground.

But unlike my brave boy,

We keep our circles small.

As long as this is so,

Nothing will improve at all.

There are many folk whose circles

Were broadened very young.

Latin, Black, and Native voices

Had to learn the white man’s tongue.

Yet when the white is asked

To recognize that this is so,

They keep their eyes upon the ground;

Their circle will not grow.

I beg you now, dear Friend,

Fight to make your circle wide.

It won’t always be pretty,

But only then can all abide.

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Weary Days

Weary days are bound to come,

For others more often than some.

Yet all of us must take a rest

So we can always live our best.

Recovery is not a waste,

Just different from our normal haste.

Yet what we build back up in time

Will be much stronger; more sublime.

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A Blessing for You

May the fire in your heart never die.

May the Love in your life only grow.

May the Truth in your gut never lie.

May your Kindness and Light ever show.

May you always accept when you’re wrong.

May you eagerly seek what is true.

May your conscience forever be strong.

May Heaven be found within you.

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Living Here

Seated in tears,

Away from all ears

In this sacred place

I let go to waste.

How could I know?

How else could I grow?

Yet still I do yearn

For the chance to re-learn.

From myself I stole

With my lack of control.

Blinded by pain,

Only now is that plain.

Yet I wouldn’t trade

All the progress I made,

Or the ones who sustained

My soul, and remained.

I’ll just have to let

My past hold regret,

For I need my hands clear

To live and love here.

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Ev’ry Tongue

Your story isn’t mine,

But I think that is fine.

I say God speaks in ev’ry tongue,

Those near and far; the old and young;

The atheist and Hindu, too;

Christian, Muslim, Pagan, Jew;

With each, I feel a grace is shared

And aspects of the Truth are bared.

I feel there’s much we all could learn

If everyone could have their turn.

If we make space for all to live,

We also grant that all may give.

This doesn’t mean we will agree,

Or that all is futility.

It is, however, best that we

Allow for everyone to Be.

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