Your Judgment

Wisdom is knowing

That only your path and ways

Are for your judgment.

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Waves Roll High

Wisdom dawns for me

At the boundries of the sea.

Waves roll high

As morning tides

Erase my certainty.

For every course I run

Underneath the blazing sun,

Despite it all,

I’m still so small,

When all is said and done.

I watch the waters lift

And pull and swell and drift,

I must confess

Deep thankfulness,

For Life is such a gift.

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Dreaming of Peace

Peace comes not from threat of force,

From fear or wealth, some fragile source.

Peace is found in people whole

And fed and free; when every soul

Has food to eat, a place to sleep,

When we collectively can weep

For all injustice, every loss,

Beyond all superficial gloss.

When we build each other up

And share of every meal and cup,

When we drop arms of every kind,

Maybe then some Peace we’ll find.

Yes, educated, healed, and loved,

We’ll find the Peace we’re dreaming of.

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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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