One Hundred and Ninety Two 11.12.16
William Stafford
Assurance
You will never be alone, you hear so deep
a sound when autumn comes. Yellow
pulls across the hills and thrums,
or the silence after lightening before it says
its names- and then the clouds’ wide-mouthed
apologies. You were aimed from birth:
you will never be alone. Rain
will come, a gutter filled, an Amazon,
long aisles- you never heard so deep a sound,
moss on rock, and years. You turn your head-
that’s what the silence meant: you’re not alone.
The whole wide world pours down.
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Saturday is here – take a deep breath and think of the weight you have carried in the past week – if you can see it look at it – acknowledge it – if you can look at feel its weight and touch it – if you can feel it and if it feels right try to drop it – stand up – lift your arms up all the way – stretch them – take a deep breath – let out a huge breath – sigh – make noise and drop your arms – and do a little shake – and take an another breath. Feel your shoulders, the weight on them, your chest, your neck. Breath in – Breath out – if you are holding much in your soul and body just look at it and say, hey I see you and it’s ok. ❤
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