Mystery: Everything Felt Better Before You Got

We All Find Ourselves Involved In Projects Or Activities That Confound Us-when Or Why Did I Say I Would Do This? What Was I Thinking? I Needed A Poem For Myself That Said-pause Longer. Think Again.

Since There Is No Place Large Enough To Contain So Much Happiness, You Shrug, You Raise Your Hands, And It Flows Out Of You Into Everything You Touch. You Are Not Responsible. You Take No Credit, As The Night Sky Takes No Credit For The Moon, But Continues To Hold It, And Share It, And In That Way, Be Known.

I Love The Solitude Of Reading. I Love The Deep Dive Into Someone Else's Story, The Delicious Ache Of A Last Page.

Where We Live In The World Is Never One Place. Our Hearts, Those Dogged Mirrors, Keep Flashing Us Moons Before We Are Ready For Them.

... The Real Heroes Of Race And Culture Would Always Be The People Who Stepped Out Of Their Own Line To Make A Larger Circle.