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12/11/2014 11:39 am ET Updated Feb 16, 2015

Beyond Measure

Life waits irrepressibly under all the clouds that come and go. This happens within us as well as in the world. This poem speaks to our need to be where we are.

Beyond Measure

Having burned dreams to keep warm,
I think of dreams as kindling now.
Having carried loved ones as far as I
could to the other side, I make your
coffee and bring you a tissue, as if
these gestures open us to Heaven.
Because they do.

Having outlasted the noise in my
head and yours, I can at times hear
the breath of life between our
disappointments.

Meeting this way, more than halfway
through, I ask different questions. Not,
Where are you going? But, How did you
come to here? And, Have you opened the
treasure before you? And, If so, can
you teach me?

A Question to Walk With: In conversation with a friend or loved one, share a recent disappointment. And if that disappointment is a cloud within you, what waits beyond it?

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