As I sit and count all the ways
she’s been wrong and
is wrong still, an
uncomfortable
grace grips me and gives me a shake,
bringing into
view others I’ve
had this problem
with. A new possibility
is offered me.
Perhaps the one
who’s wrong is me.
***********
I want to lie down in Rumi’s
field where there are
no ideas
of wrongdoing
or rightdoing, where all there is
is a space where
I can join them
in the precious
fullness of this world and we can,
at long last, meet
and find ways back
to each other.
                                                        JDG
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Well, babe, we are all so far from perfect, but the poetry… your poem puts you closer. thanks for writing this. printing it out right now. xo Janie
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Wow! Me, too. Ken Newman 7337 Hermitage Road Richmond, VA 23228-4342 Telephone 804.266.3011 Cell Phone: 804.712.7487
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Following the struggle, I ADORE the ending…”finding ways back to each other.” Thanks, Joan.
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