May 5, 2021

Let the past go.


A homeless man at the shelter, the illness in his mind causes a rage to boil over, and he ends up back on the same hard street. Again. I know it has to be, but how long, I wonder until his sunrise? Where is his warmth and tiny comfort?

-jobe


It took the smile and the embrace of a grandchild to teach me a great lesson, to help me see. Life isn’t about what has happened; we must let the past go. Life is about what is happening right now, and about passing along the love and the blessings to those who come after us. Thank you, child, for that. 

-jobe


LINKS-

Ren Powell

Bait the Lines

Hardcore Zen

haiku eye

The Urban Mermaid

HOOT, a monthly literary magazine on a postcard

The Slowdown

clay and branches

THOTPURGE

Summer's End

Medusa's Kitchen

The Middlewesterner

The Morning Porch/Patio

VIA NEGATIVA, purveyors of fine poetry since 2003

thanks/jobe




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