Today’s lesson could be compassion:
That deep love that holds connection
Without should,
Playing cards with the homeless
In random sheltering doorways.
Today’s lesson could be joy:
Running before the fall wind,
Eyes full of clear air,
Spirits lifting like kites to bright azure amazement.
Today’s lesson could be peace:
Small bodies sunk like trees
Into the earth,
Fear leaving like transpiration
Or misplaced mist
Each breath an incantation.
Today’s lesson could be art:
The joy of spirit
Recorded forever in crayon ink.
Or perhaps it’s growth–
Tiny roots of change
Pressed into fresh earth,
Fed, watered, and watched
For blossoming.
