I pray to keep falling in love with everyone I meet,
with every child’s eye, with every fallen being getting up.
Like a worm cut in two, the heart only grows another heart.
When the cut in my mind heals, I grow another mind.
Birds migrate, and caribou circle the cold top of the world.
Perhaps we migrate between love and suffering,
making our wounded-joyous cries:
alone, then together, alone, then together.
Oh praise the souls migration. I fall. I get up.
I run from you. I look for you.
I am again in love with the world. – Mark Nepo – (In Love With The World)
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Keep The Faith,
William
