Thursday, April 18, 2013

Breathless Before The Face Of Ruin

Just out of range
Just out of reach
Adrenal glands tirelessly thumping
Heart racing
Blood pumping
Always running
This stranger within me
She always giggles
But not like the child
This is more like - Sin.
Sins of me.
Sins of the Father.
Sins of the Mother.
Sins of the Mother before Her -
The Father's Mother.
And, yes,
Sins of the He
The One that came out of Her
Long after Me.


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“As a leader... I have always endeavored to listen to what each and every person in a discussion had to say before venturing my own opinion. Oftentimes, my own opinion will simply represent a con-sensus of what I heard in the discussion. I always remember the axiom: a leader is like a shepherd. He stays behind the flock, letting the most nimble go out ahead, whereupon the others follow, not realizing that all along they are being directed from behind.”
~ Nelson Mandela