This Day, and Probably Tomorrow Also
Mary Oliver

Full of thought, regret, hope dashed or not dashed yet,
full of memory, pride, and more than enough
of spilled, personal grief,

I begin another page, another poem.

So many motions fill the day! I give them
gowns of words, sometimes I give them
little shoes that rhyme.

What an elite life!

While somewhere someone is kissing a face that is crying.
While somewhere women are walkingout, at two in the morning-
many miles to find water.
While somewhere a bomb is getting ready to explode.

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we are fortunate. we are all hurting in our own ways. there are challenges we each face.
some greater than others, but if you are at a computer right now....reading a blog....you are fortunate. there is a way to find contentment with whatever comes our way.
it is a choice to find that path and walk it.