May you begin a new day

May you begin a new day

With abandon and passion

Hold within you the knowing

Wounds are possibilities

Made manifest at the edge-tip

Of scratchy pens and sharpened tongues.

May you believe the word 

Your honest, brave words

Especially when your words rub

Against mine as coarse sandpaper

Wears down old patina to hardwood's

True grain – as a plow cuts earth, once frozen,

Now thawed. Believe creating

A fresh field to ponder

Ready for a seed crop planted

Dirty hand in dirty hand

Sister-friend, brother-friend all of us

Wonderfully and fearfully made. 

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Tuesday, 11 February 2025