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February 26

 

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The chipped paint of the red stripe gives the illusion of fading to rose as it spins.  The edge, painted with green, thalo in its intensity, reflects the windows of the room.  The bead, purple and gleaming, affixed to the stem, holds the cuff with its two apposed openings, the cord recoiled inside. Underneath, protected from easy observation, resides the point, lathed and faultless.  The turning weight is carried and balanced perfectly on this nib.  The hum, spiraling and melodic, comes from the table as well as the top, the epitome of form and function, grace and harmony.  In spite of it all, the only thing that truly matters is who pulls the string.

 

 

Be polite to your dreams.

 

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Exceptance

“I want God’s will for me,”

I sigh to my sponsor.

“Except for this and except for that,”

is her trig response.

She knows me, knows I have exceptance.

“You have a list of exclusions,

a list that dams up the works.”

“Well, trust is hard,” I splutter.

“Trust is not the issue here,” says she.

“You don’t feel acceptable

and exceptance is what follows.”

“Whatever could you mean?”

my broken bluster leaving only this plaintive whine.

“You believe you’re not good enough

for God or anyone

and cross everything off the list

in an attempt to duck blame

or shame or some other nasty thing.

You are good enough kiddo,

get that and everything else is good enough, too.

At least good enough for now

and now is all we have. Accept that.”