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Today there is an edge,
the sense of timelessness
overcome by a rush 
to judgement.
Any idea of who you are
that has not joined one
side or the other
is cut down and crushed
by the dichotomy of
decision.
We have left very little
room for the courage to
question and listen,
the searching of souls
with our eyes closed 
and our minds open
and kind.
The richness of life is
squeezed by ‘one way or
the other’.
I cannot fit who I am 
and what I have lived 
into the heated arena 
of contest, 
so I mark my boxes,
walk in the pungent woods,
and pray.
Categories: Poetry