There is a lone dark bird in the sky,
of a kind you have never seen before.
The street is empty at last,
there is not even a breath of breeze,
and so the trees are as still as stones.
No one is watching.
No one sees you slip outside,
and so for a few precious moments
you are unguarded,
and the whole world is an open door,
a wide open gate.
All you have to do is go.
james lee jobe
The measure of who we are is what we do with what we have.
Vince Lombardi
Evening
The bleak fields are asleep,
My heart alone wakes;
The evening in the harbour
Down his red sails takes.
Night, guardian of dreams,
Now wanders through the land;
The moon, a lily white,
Blossoms within her hand.
Ranier Maria Rilke, 1875-1926 CE
These hands that people wear
are made of absurd dreams
as much as they are of flesh, and perhaps more so.
They are pushed by ego and unending weakness.
Attached to a body and lied to by a head,
and hearing the truth sometimes from the heart.
When you wash your hands for dinner
one hand washes the other,
the craft of living, the work of life.
james lee jobe
Our ability to forgive allows us to make space for our ability to meet suffering — our suffering as well as the suffering of others—with a kind heart.
Gina Sharpe
May there be enough light to see your footsteps in the darkness. May be there be enough sound for music and speech -- and laughter. May hunger and sickness become strangers to you. This I pray.
james lee jobe
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