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I took a deep breath,

And in the sacred moment between taking in breath

And letting it out,

I searched for a tiny bit of silence.  

Seeking that one infinitesimal second that

miraculously holds

The entire universe in a diminutive space…

But there was something missing.

Something out of kilter, something askew.

I turned in rage against those to blame

For its absence.

I found many to reproach for being

Inept and careless.

They had ruined my peace and

Must be held accountable.

And when they had been reprimanded soundly

I sent them on their way and out of my life.

I was sure I would find the harmony I needed.

But there was always one person left.

No matter how severely I accused her

She was still there…repentant and sorrowful,

begging for absolution…

I don’t think she’s going away.

She may be the one that was

Sent to save my life or for me to

Save hers.

So we simultaneously breathe and hope and let go

in silent contrition.

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 Sarah, b1980

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Steven

This is Steven. I met him at a bus stop in Florida. He needed to use my cell phone to check on a taxicab he had called an hour earlier.  He said his dad was really steamed at him.  He had spent his bus money at a store and when he realized it the store wouldn't give him a refund.  So his dad was going to pay for a cab but take it from his next paycheck.  He wants to go to college to major in business and software developing so he can design video games.  He said his dad was really steamed at him.

a mini-mart for bea

This mini-mart reminded me of some of Cafe Selavy's posts lately about the global soul and the multi-cultured environment we live in...and mini-marts always make me think of bea!