Retreat from impending pandemics, pundit prognostications and presidential prattle. Play in the garden. Greet the grace of nature. Gaze at gliding coyotes and giant cardons. Grant Sunday succulents a proper home. Gather and savor southern-facing light. Stand tall and shine in the darkness. Apply aloe. Ease the pain. March on.
There you stood, rare and bright. Defying the odds. Shining in a field far away. Flourishing in a wide open world. Sparkling in the foreground of my dreams.
I still see you, sunny and true. Unfolding under the sky. Craning for a mountain view. Growing taller everyday. Promising petals on a path I might have missed.
Written by Mark Johnson, September 6, 2019
Though darkness abounds,
There is an opening in the aftermath.
An ever-widening aperture of love and hope.
It reminds us to focus on who we are at the center.
Able captains of our bodies, minds and spirits.
Imperfect, yet free and unencumbered.
Seekers of light and truth.
By Mark Johnson
May 17, 2019
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