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Snow Globe - Jan. 27, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Jan 27
  • 1 min read

we all hate when our worlds

are shaken   resting problems

become airborne   swirl and

block our view   bring us to a halt

 

it’s only after Life

puts us down that things

settle into the corners

they came from

 

when It picks up and shakes someone else

our empathy rises for only a beat

or two if we’re still busy with the

tidy up and repair of ourselves

in a hurry to re-set the stage

and resume our well-worn routines

 

and as we get pushed farther

and farther away from those

providing Life its entertainment

most of us like to add

a prayer to be left alone

 

but ohhhh   have you noticed

how it always hunts down

those carrying a wish like that?

 
 
 

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