drawing us to something
You are other, different, drawing us to something higher, yet intimate, a part of us, the very heart of us.
:- Doug.
Archive for July 26th, 2011
Already there!
Already there!
Let down your shoulders
Among compadres
Be heard
Without straining, stretch
:- Doug.
What I am varies day to day
What I am about varies day to day, and yet, and yet, the one simple foolish loving voice among is the same, is still simple: foolishly love. Throw life around! Be among my people. All people are my people. Even the birds and trees and horses and fish and deer!
:- Doug.
a cluck and a wing
Somewhere there is an image floating up in my imagination bringing me to accepting what is. Like a mother hen coaxing her chicks along—all she has is a cluck and a wing. I guess she could snap too, if someone got really out of line.
:- Doug.
as short to the ground as a robin
If I were as short to the ground
as a robin
a wonderland of food &
adventure I’d see
& days full of flight &
places to visit
& songs to sing
O & heart throbbing sorrowing notes
:- Doug.
Choose good &
Choose good &
allow it &
it in others
stand firm in
the face of evil &
indolence
allow life to live
guide with a gentle hand
:- Doug.
