. . . You there standing in the crowd
I’m not proud. The stove
can’t boast of the meal. . .
Ada Limon: excerpted from the poem The Noisiness of Sleep from the book Bright Dead Things
The poet can say in one short line what I can’t say in one whole page.
Just a few good words
We are in a time when our leader with all his talk of greatness is boasting credit for a meal prepared by his esteemed ancestors. His only job was to keep the meal warm. Our only job is to change the fuel if the meal keeps cooling down. Today is Sunday so pray for humility and rest for energy. We go to work again on Monday.

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