in the quiet may our healing begin

Photo: Alex Lee-Jobe 

I don't bother much

with my poems from long ago 

as an old man 

I don't even read the poems of middle-age 

I'm not really sure who wrote them 

some other man not me 

that man kept his mind too busy 

to ever really be free 

james lee jobe 

We are asleep with compasses in our hands.

W.S. Merwin 

LINK: Though from Here I Can’t Smell the Smoke, a poem by Allison Hutchcraft

When the world is gone 

we will have to 

fly

james lee jobe 

Painting: jlj

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When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time. 

Maya Angelou 

It will happen 

the sun will go supernova someday 

it won't matter then where you were born 

or what color your skin was 

and it won't matter who you slept with 

james lee jobe 

Wear you heart on your skin in this life.

Sylvia Plath 

When the world is covered with concrete 

how will I ever dig my way home 

james lee jobe 

Keith Jarrett Trio - I FALL IN LOVE TOO EASILY

Patience has its limits. Take it too far and it's cowardice.

George Jackson 

LINK: How to Triumph Like a Girl, a poem by Ada Limón

Great Silence which holds us all, help us to rest in you now. In the quiet, may our healing begin.

james lee jobe 

Painting: Hego Goevert

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