March 30, 2020-
What has changed?
What has been blown away,
by the winds?
What has cracked and fallen,
in the tremors of this
lugubrious season?
Greed is blowing away,
though it is grasping
at branches,
and trying to
deflect our attention.
Pride is collapsing,
being confronted
by a chastening.
Lust is becoming
irrelevant,
in the stirred dust,
of a cosmic haboob.
The selfish cannot
ignore the cries of
babies,
of their grandparents,
of those who can’t move.
on their own.
Those who stand on
ceremony,
are finding
that ladder
is
toppling.
Bedrock, alone,
will keep us upright.
Hey there!
Hope you’re keeping well. I’m not sure whether you remember me, I used to blog at WaywardScribbles. But recently I’ve launched my new website and I’d love to hear your thoughts on it.
https://waywardscribbles.com/blog/
Hoping to see you around. Take care!
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I don’t remember Wayward Scribbles, but will take a look. Be safe and well.
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Hope you do! And thank you!
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I’ve read the sweet post about your younger sister and “The Lake Wobegon Effect”, about which- I’m grateful that my parents and family never let me go about with a swelled head.
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Thanks for dropping by!
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Nothing like trials to show what is important and who is important to us…
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They show us where we are strong and where we need work.
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