All that we do
we’re doing right now
learning to walk
forgetting our names
testing what
limits allow
building, repairing
selling or stealing
harming or healing
breathing our last
being blessed
being cursed
taking a fall.
At our best
we stand
in awe of it all.
Jim Gronvold
(from Oak Bones)
Hey Jim- Come look at my Poetry Post-Zoe
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Zoe, thank you for posting my poem, “Great Mystery”. What a pleasant surprise.
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