From the beginning
We are in the flow of life
Cut umbilical chord with a knife
Redirect flow nursing as you grow
Taking steps you thrive by grace you are alive
Impart knowledge upon on the Eve as we begin to perceive
Taking steps on our own my how we have grown
Like a game there are many innings the light of love we have had from the beginning
Roam as we come into our own blessed is the shelter we call home
Just like a plant that has roots we dig to uncover life’s truth
Trials come to knock us down faith is the reason we stand our ground
Every human condition we can imagine the lord allows such things to happen
It may seem like the darkness is winning
The light of truth was here from the beginning
About the Creator
Gregory Anderson
I am a writer and filmmaker director & author. Writing has always been a passion for me. I wrote and directed a play called “The Rosary” which traveled around for a few years. My book “Poetic steps in time and season” is available online
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Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
By Mesh Toraskarabout 10 hours ago in Feast
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Thank you, I sincerely write for the world around me
Greg very inspirational.