New sense of community:
Most prized gift in the now
Reflecting light back into the
Dark corners of the
Once and buried rhythms
Now dancing on top
Of their own graves
Community of sparks
Community of breaths
Community of uplifted hand
To write on the pages of today
While tenderly turning over
The crackling and fading
Pages of yesterdays
Now gleaming under the new joy
Of community
Don’t we all remember “United we stand, divided we fall” and “We will overcome” and “We, the people” and “Yes, we can”?
While I have been practicing these principles; indeed, standing at many rope lines in the rain for these principles(among many other practices over the years), only in the past six weeks have I been truly a part of a community of writers. To one and all who participate in this great writing quest with me, I say “I love you guys!”
granbee 