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Raise Your Words

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. 

-Robert Frost

With so much going on right now,

both big and small, macro and micro, my mind has been on a spin cycle.  Big, cultural, societal problems take up mental real estate and battle with my smaller, everyday thoughts and frustrations about parenting, in particular.  

How do I show support?

How brave will I be?

How many times do I have to tell them?

Just stop bickering!

What happened in the news today?

What happened at school today?

We have to do better.

How can I be a better mom?

I just want to cry.

I just want to scream.

Poetry that stuck.

On the screen in worship on Sunday was a poem by Rumi, a famous 13th century poet and scholar.  It really spoke to my heart and my mind, addressing my big and small worries and thoughts.  Raising my words in my parenting, in my relationships, in political discourse, in advocacy, in support, will cause so much more growth, so much more blooming, than simply raising my voice.  I hope I can rise to the occasion.

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