a big plate of ham & eggs

The wound is the place where the Light enters you.

Rumi 

Every morning 

I empty the old seed from my bird cages

And give my parakeet and my conure fresh seed

I do not throw the old seed away   

Instead I toss it out on my back patio 

Where the wild finches live among the jasmine 

Tiny and beautiful   

They devour this meal with gusto

Like loggers going after plates of ham and eggs

And as the finches hop about   

I admire them

So full of life   

Just like you and I

They bless the world with their smallness

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A few trees on a slight rise in this flat valley. From here they look like oaks. Nothing else around but tilled fields. Perhaps the earth just wanted those oaks to be right there.

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It took me a long time to understand 

My true purpose 

I’m here to grieve 

And goddamn I am so very good at it 

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Silent in his sorrow

He seldom mentions His dead younger brother The other son Nights go by like years And vice-versa

And from the other room I wonder how he remembers The little boy who ran down the hall Hoping his big brother would play with him Under his door I often see the light Of his computer screen In the very late and very early hours He is alone

And I am alone And somewhere else in this house The mother is also alone


James Lee Jobe

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