smile, open your eyes, love and go on. David Harkins I should coax you into the house and give you your own corner, a worn mat to lie on, All that we love deeply, becomes a part of us your own dish. Helen Keller You I don’t know you’ve been living under my porch. You long for your real place to be readied I’ve discovered that every new thing I do is like a little grain of sand. I before winter comes. You need add one grain of sand to another. It’s beginning to feel as if at some your name, point they will form one big block of granite that I can stand on. your collar and tag. You need Elizabeth Harper Neeld the to warn off intruders, to consider my your own The colors of my life are bountiful and bold, and me your person The purple glow of indigo, the gleam of green and gold, and yourself The splendor of the sunrise, the dazzle of a flame, my own dog. The glory of a rainbow, I’d put all to shame. Denise Levertov ‘em No quiet browns and grays, I’ll take my days instead, And fill them till they overflow with rose and cherry red! And should this sunlit world grow dark one day, The colors of my life will leave a shining light to show the way!” from the Musical “Barnum” Finally on my way to yes Separation I bump into Your absence has gone through me all the places Like thread through the eye of the needle. where I said no Everything I do is stitched with its color. to my life W.S. Merwin all the untended wounds the red and purple scars those hieroglyphs of pain carved into my skin, my bones, Ah, Grief, I should not treat you those coded messages like a homeless dog that send me down who to the back door the wrong street for a crust, for a meatless bone. again and again I should trust you.
smile, open your eyes, love and go on. David Harkins All that we love deeply, becomes a part of us Helen Keller I’ve discovered that every new thing I do is like a little grain of sand. I add one grain of sand to another. It’s beginning to feel as if at some point they will form one big block of granite that I can stand on. Elizabeth Harper Neeld The colors of my life are bountiful and bold, The purple glow of indigo, the gleam of green and gold, The splendor of the sunrise, the dazzle of a flame, The glory of a rainbow, I’d put ‘em all to shame. No quiet browns and grays, I’ll take my days instead, And fill them till they overflow with rose and cherry red! And should this sunlit world grow dark one day, The colors of my life will leave a shining light to show the way!” from the Musical “Barnum” Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through the eye of the needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color. W.S. Merwin Ah, Grief, I should not treat you like a homeless dog who to the back door for a crust, for a meatless bone. I should trust you. I should coax you into the house and give you your own corner, a worn mat to lie on, your own dish. You I don’t know you’ve been living under my porch. You long for your real place to be readied before winter comes. You need your name, your collar and tag. You need the to warn off intruders, to consider my your own and me your person and yourself my own dog. Denise Levertov Finally on my way to yes I bump into all the places where I said no to my life all the untended wounds the red and purple scars those hieroglyphs of pain carved into my skin, my bones, those coded messages that send me down the wrong street again and again
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