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February 02, 2009
Do the Dishes
a poem by Meliors Simms
One morning I rode my breath
into the presence of God
and (not wanting to waste the opportunity)
I asked, what should I do?
Some time later
the answer rose up warm through my soles
on the cold wooden floor:
Go do the dishes
So I did and then, and later,
I noticed it was always the right thing
to wash the dishes
as an expression of love and gratitude
a sensual pleasure
a social solution
the end of a string to lead me out of an impasse.
Posted by john at February 2, 2009 09:44 AM