These days in this place..

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Oh God, you shine through all your progeny.

‘s’not always easy pinpointing how “like”?

The smile, the love of life, the empathy,

the celebrating goodness, humour’s spike -

deflating confrontation, or for fun,

& sometimes escalating it to show

reality & power have undone

about as often as we’d care to know.

Another thing’s that creativity 

which paints a brand new picture ev’ry day

to say I’m thinking of you. How’d ya be?

But doesn't push it in our face, or say

the words out loud, to interrupt if we

just don’t want to be talking then ourselves, 

or if we’d like some space alone to “be”.

You seem to feel the same at times. Your health’s

such that it is embarrassing to say.

For we’re so small and fragile, needy too,

that we might ‘pop’ if shaken the wrong way.

So you stand by, real near, till we seek you.

As soon as we reach out ourselves to find

some help, or wisdom, if it’s not too late,

then we find that our darkness doesn’t blind

the source of light, & vision, love &:hate.

I think I see a bit more, since before;

and that’s a product of this very thing.

You’re near your children, but you let them pour

their energies where they’d like to. You sing.

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See blog mentions (20-23 June 2024) of only some of the amazing people who reflect creative love around this place and this pic out the window this cold morning: