A small thing – a step outside

to mail a letter-

interrupts a dark conversation

with myself.

Why do I listen to this inner jabber

when I could listen to

  the whisper of wind in trees,

 the lyrical trill of birds?

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Catching a glimpse of the soles of her feet

pulls at my heart, makes me think

of the path she has tred

and the path still ahead for this young

granddaughter of mine. 

May her feet take her where she wants to go.

May she carry herself with grace.

May she walk wrapped in compassion.

 May she know the satisfaction of accomplishment

 and the solace of a path traveled well.

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Although we can never know

the whole story –

ours or another’s –

the more we know,       

the easier it sometimes is –

if only for a moment –

to move from harsh judgement

to compassion’s gentle flow.

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On the far horizon,

past the dark clouds overhead,

sun-lit clouds softly rest.

Moving toward the promise of

those sun-lit clouds,

I hope the worst’s behind us.

                                                                                    JDG