Morgan Harper Nichols
29 July 2020
I hesitated to share this because my first thought I was, “I normally share in series. There’s not enough here.” And then, I thought to myself: is that not exactly what this poem is about?
Maybe I don’t always have to do “more.” I don’t question the speed of the waves or the size of the clouds as near as much as I question myself. It’s easier to speak more gracefully about changing weather and changing seasons than the changes happening within.
Here’s to abundant grace.
Above, beneath,
all around and within.