Friday’s Quick Picks/Poem: Offerings

Photos by Cynthia Guenther Richardson

The tenor of life may seem
to thin, reedy, misaligned,
a shriek, a gasp amid muted din,
sudden ruptures in connection
that will not relay joy. Yet here
we remain, humans among all others,

with a panopoly of settings for
mystery and mindfulness
to release a sweep of harmony.
I say Peace, my soul, be well moved
and please may peace follow
you and you and more than you.