The What and Who of Meandering About

Monday, July 3, 2017

Time to Breathe

(a poem)

There is time.
These hours
These minutes
These seconds
There is time.

Breathe in
this moment.
Breathe out
its remnants.
Savor the joy.
Dwell in the pain.
There is time.

This now
is what we share.
This instant
is what we have.
It is not passing.
It is eternally
here.
There is time.

There is time.
Inhale.
Exhale.
There is time.
Time to breathe.
- bshivers

Saturday, July 1, 2017

Mortal Enemies

(a poem)

You 
are not my enemy. 
am not yours. 
We may fundamentally 
disagree. 
We may never see
eye to eye. 
We may not understand
our differing points of view. 
But we share
a common 
humanity,
a fragile
mortality.  

We must not buy
the deadly lies 
we are sold;
difference 
is to be
feared,
otherness 
is a 
threat,
homogeneity 
is the 
goal. 

No. 
There is beauty 
in this kaleidoscope. 
There is magnificence 
in this mystery. 
There is wonder 
in this journey. 

We must learn
to walk,
to live,
to be
together. 

We are not enemies. 
We are family.

Saturday, June 24, 2017

Holding Space

(a poem)
I do not understand 
your fears,
but I have been 
afraid before;
this is our shared
humanity. 
Maybe 
we could 
hold space 
for one another.

I do not understand  
your pain,
but I have been 
hurt before;
this is our shared
humanity. 
Maybe 
we could 
hold space 
for one another.

I do not understand 
your loss,
but I have
lost before;
this is our shared
humanity. 
Maybe 
we could 
hold space 
for one another.

I do not understand 
your anxiety,
but I have been
anxious before;
this is our shared
humanity. 
Maybe 
we could 
hold space 
for one another.

I do not understand 
your anger,
but I have been
angry before;
this is our shared
humanity. 
Maybe 
we could 
hold space 
for one another.

I do not understand 
your passion,
but I have
loved before;
this is our shared
humanity. 
Maybe 
we could 
hold space 
for one another.

- bshivers