Take care of your heart. Take care of your hands.
Take care of the doors you open and close
with them. As you move into fragile lands,
or escape from them, pace yourself. You chose
the way, didn’t you? Be gentle with air
you breathe. Struggle to maintain clarity.
You’ll require it so you never despair
along the way. Faith is a rarity
until you surrender. You won’t see signs,
I suppose, until you fall. That’s how it
happens with me. It seems simple designs
await us. When you see the way, show it
(if asked) to someone else. We seem to find
the love we need…we long for…if we’re kind.
Roger Armbrust
August 22, 2016
