C R U M B L E D

August 29, 2015

When my time’s up,

I bet, When it’s time to settle up,

&  I’m front & back  up against the barricade,

I bet, I dare  to gawk and glare

Past the barricade.

.

I’ll scarcely be scared

Or  ever

The least bit biblically

Humbled by heaven.

.

I would

I could not  certainly see

The  foals  and fawns there,

Pups,  piglets,

&  All our infants.

Eaglets  soar  there

.

uncharacteristically,

I would not mind waiting.

still

.

.

.

“Very little grows on jagged rock                                                                                                                                        Be  Grounded                                                                                                                                                                      Be  crumbled                                                                                                                                                                   So wildflowers will come up                                                                                                                                             Where you are”

-RUMI

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