Don’t be harsh with yourself.
The oar hits a rock and splits.
We find a branch offered by
the storm and carve another.
The tongue hits a falsehood
and burns. We baptize our lips
slowly in the truth and learn to
say yes, one more time. Even
with our eyes closed, the sun
is near. Even with our wounds
healing, the heart, hooded like
a falcon, is ready to fly.
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