Archive for July 27th, 2026

The day missing

It is not given us to like everyone we chance upon on our life ways;
It is not given us to come to meeting with each one with whom we converse;
Nor to find soul flitting every instance of meeting.
What is given?
Maybe only a task—
A task of intention
& effort—
To be kind
To accept
To extend the lyrical into every day
To receive with some level of thanks the gravelly voice, the clanking gear, the day missing our course for it.

:- Doug.

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The wind is anxious

This morning the wind is anxious,
Anxious to bring in some load,
Some burden has been placed upon its shoulders,
In its hands
See how its whole height sends
All nearby scurrying—
Tallest trees, trees at my level,
Lowliest grasses!
& what do you carry
For us today, wind?
Will we welcome you or resist?

:- Doug.

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