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\u2013 After \u201cFirst Fall\u201d by Maggie Smith<\/p>\n
there is so much I hope Off-ramp from the freeway and a young man sits He\u2019s leaning against the stop sign, in his weary hands, A mother\u2019s son, I think. Money is the obvious, I find myself searching for a heart so I signal left not heeding his plea for help. machine-like towards home.<\/p>\n She lived with her eyes wide open Like Snow White, she talked them all, as much the lizards as much the vultures nesting and owls who lived around her. of affection and liked to help In the name of kinship, connecting with the energy of trees The woman had seen, how in an instant This more than anything and her heart wide open.<\/p>\n \u00abRELATED READ\u00bb<\/strong> POEMS BY JOHN GREY: The Candle, Get Yourself Out There and more\u00bb<\/strong><\/p>\n image: Pixabay<\/p>\n \t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Because I Brought You Here \u2013 After \u201cFirst Fall\u201d by Maggie Smith there is so much I hopefor you to<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":17857,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[19],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-17856","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-inspiration"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/shop-cili.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17856","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/shop-cili.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/shop-cili.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/shop-cili.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/shop-cili.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=17856"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/shop-cili.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17856\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/shop-cili.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/17857"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/shop-cili.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=17856"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/shop-cili.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=17856"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/shop-cili.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=17856"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
for you to know.
So, I point to things and say\u2014
pay attention to the mist
as it rests on the ocean\u2019s surface,
how its radiance transforms
by the second.
Look at that man,
how he gently converses
with the child;
this is true masculinity, a reverence
for innocence and life.
Notice the barn owl visiting
at dusk, who recognizes
that your vocal chords resonate
to the same tones his do.
See the teenager whose ensemble
and hairstyle tell a story
of how she heeds
her own guiding light\u2014
what courage and grace
in today\u2019s age of followers.
Greet the jackrabbit
living under the garden cart;
even though she was taught to fear,
see how she perks her ears
towards you in longing
of forgotten oneness.
I so want you to see
the perfectness of how we fit
together\u2014the wonder of this world.
Because I brought you here<\/em>.<\/p>\nYellow Brick Road<\/h2>\n
at the end of a long day,<\/p>\n
there on the dirt,
dog sleeping by his side.<\/p>\n
cardboard with block letters held<\/p>\n
eyes attempting to lock
with mine.<\/p>\n
Asking for what?<\/p>\n
yet I know it\u2019s more than that.
And Lord, how do I give him that?<\/p>\n
like the Tin Man<\/p>\n
as a line of cars presses
from behind,<\/p>\n
and make the turn,<\/p>\n
I\u2019m disappointed in myself,
how I\u2019m able to continue<\/p>\nTo Be Remembered Like That<\/h2>\n
and was kind.<\/p>\n
to creatures large and small, loved<\/p>\n
and spiders as the deer and hares<\/p>\n
in tall eucalyptus as the hawks<\/p>\n
She planted seeds<\/p>\n
when help was needed.<\/p>\n
she walked the hills and dunes,<\/p>\n
and birds of every feather.<\/p>\n
as we all have,<\/p>\n
life can shift sideways.<\/p>\n
taught her to live fully, with her eyes<\/p>\n
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