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Thinking about my arms always brings a smile to my face

How they’re able to open wide and welcome others into their embrace.

How every time they open they seem to make me grow…

How they work the same when someone is feeling joy 

as when they’re filled with woe.

How when joy enters a person’s life…

and into my arms they come to be… 

the joy that they are feeling…

melts right into me.

How when sadness enter their life 

in my arms we find a way 

to blend our sadness together

and wash our tears away.

Yes, I think about my arms often…

How they carry a kind of magic

a certain appeal and charm.

How the power of love is always resting and waiting…

in my open arms.

In this time of political upheaval where every day 

by some bad or sad news we’re blindsided… 

a time that being woke has caused friendships to deteriorate…

and our country to be divided.

Where every day people who believe in equality, inclusion and compassion

suffer their share of arrows and slings…

It seems to me we are now a nation of people….each of us with a broken wing.

Where once we had the ability to fly…up where dreams abound

now with a broken wing…we are forced to flutter on the ground.

With many curious as to how we got into this mess…who caused it…and why

wondering, with our broken wing…if we will ever again have the ability to fly.

And just when we think we’re doomed…that there is no way we can cope

we receive a visit that quietly swoops in upon the wings of hope

Hope preferring to whisper in a voice tenderly spoken

reminds us we have two wings only one of which is broken.

“But what can I do with one broken wing?” we ask…knowing then

with one wing that is broken we will never fly again.

Hope smiles and says, “You silly people the solution is right in front of you.”

“Tell us Hope,” we plead…”what are we to do?” 

Hope pauses…”Find someone else with a broken wing.”

She says with a twinkle in her eye

“Join with them….and with your two good wings…together you can fly!”

Here hope gets serious…saying, “This is what you need to do..

but I can only bring you hope…the rest us up to you.

Of course that does’t mean it will be easy…

people’s hearts will have to be softened and awoken…

but the only way we will fly now

is together…using our wings that are not broken.

I am grateful for the ability to learn about others…

in a world filled with my sisters and brothers….

Because when I learn about another person…

who they are, how they live…where the dwell

It’s amazing but at the same time

I learn more about myself as well 

Whether we’re everyday people, politicians, paupers or kings

may we be blessed to understand…we do not know everything…

And why is that a blessing…because around every turn

It means, since we don’t know everything…

we still have a lot to learn.

While walking trough the woods the other day…kissed by a morning breeze

we came upon an overgrown path leading through the trees..

And I was reminded of a path like this one…we happened on while walking slow

on a day similar to that day…many years ago.

We decided to take that overgrown path…we had some extra time to kill.

when up ahead we saw an older lady stopped upon a hill.

She was smiling…and turned away from us…didn’t notice us at all.

She seemed totally engrossed in the trees and the emerging colors of the Fall. 

When she finally noticed us she put her hands upon her hips…

as we approached she waved…and a smile pursed her lips

“My husband and I used to walk this path.” She said. 

Some of these trees were seeds the two of us have sown.

and now to keep his memory alive…I walk this path alone.”

“Sometimes I walk in the sunshine…and listen to the birds…

Sometimes I walk in silence…with only my memories…without words.”

“Sometimes I need to sit by these trees…and look up at the sky.

because it’s then I feel he’s with me as he was in days gone by.”

We stood with her in silence for a while…glad to share her laughter and her tears

then we left her as we found her…awash in yesteryears.

Not wanting to disturb her any more…in silence we walked on ahead

feeling blessed we took the path that day…amazed at where it led.

Reminding us sometimes it good to walk a path we’ve never taken…

where we have to brush away low branches and shuffle through the weeds…

because every now and then in life we need to take a path

not knowing where it leads.

Have you ever watched whales sleep?  They have this wonderful adaptation. 

They float effortlessly in the water…a kind of suspended animation.

Have you ever watched a baby sleep? If you ever have the chance to

you’ll see how in a dreamland they float effortlessly…a lot like whales do.

It seems we’re similar in a myriad of ways with our companions of the deep.

one way in particular…is the way in which we sleep

We are both beautiful in sleep…a time when worries and troubles cease.

We become united in our serenity…our silence, our solitude, our peace.

And sleep is where our dreams are made…be they simple…or extreme.

I wonder while they’re suspended in their sleep…of what do whales dream?

Do they dream of leaving the ocean? Do they dream of floating up to the stars?

Would we be surprised if they could tell us…how their dreams are similar to ours?

If their dreams are similar to ours…as I suspect,

when we take a moment to compare…

we begin to find between us…many other things we share. 

We both are born, we eat, we breathe…

we love, we die…we weep.

Isn’t it amazing the things we can discover

while watching whales and babies sleep?

I know there are some people out there who in their hearts believe that…

in spite of all the evidence to the contrary our planet Earth…is flat!

When I hear this…I admit…I am astounded…

for I believe the scientists and my own eyes…when I say the Earth is rounded.

I say rounded because due to centrifugal force, gravity and the whims of our creator

Earth flattens out a little at each of her poles and bugles at her equator.

Which technically makes her an oblate spheroid as scientists have found…

but for the purposes of this poem…It’s okay to call her round.

I’m not interested in her exact measurements, her circumference or her girth

today I’m interested in her corners…yes in the corners of round Earth.

Figuratively Earth has a multitude of corners…corners specific to you and me…

my little corner of the world consists of my friends and family.

Which means every family out there has their own corner…corners they can see

and we do our best to make our little corners of the world…as happy as they can be. 

And since we’re talking about the Earth…no matter how you spin it…

we each hope our little corner of the world…will smile on everybody in it.

But such is the the nature of the Earth…if you travel at all you might suspect…

none of our corners stand alone…they all intersect.

Which means and I’m sorry for the convoluted nature of this poem…

how to get to the point it took me a while…

But if we tried a little harder at the points where our corners intersect

perhaps we could make the whole world smile?

DAILY GRATITUDE

When I wake up I immediately feel grateful that I woke…

and then

I remind myself to make this day count

for I will never have this day again.

May we all be blessed to understand…

It’s up to us to find a way…

when we rise up in the morning…

to make the most of this beautiful day.