i could step
over the homeless
woman
sleeping on the
sidewalk,
or i could
lift her to her
feet, embracing her as my
sister,
as you have . . .
i could continue
to carry that grudge
in my heart, letting
it rub blisters
all over my soul,
or i could
forgive that person
who gave it to me so
long ago,
as you have . . .
i could keep
a list
of all those who
step out of line, not
heeding all the
rules
carved into stone
weathered
by time,
or i could
invite everyone to join
hands,
dancing in that circle
where all are welcome
just as the are,
as you have . . .
(c) 2013 Thom M. Shuman
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
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