Mistaken (?)
When he was
just a toddler
my younger brother
failed
to find our mother’s face
at the top of the blue
coat
he followed out of
the “5and10”
Whose
face will I see
looking up after a life
spent on quotidian
tasks,
myopically focused,
intermittently conscious
of maybe-just-maybe
journeying alongside
The Divine.
By: Jane MacNeil
Love
by Czeslaw Milosz
“Love means to learn to look at yourself
The way one looks at distant things
For you are only one thing among many.
And whoever sees that way heals [her] heart,
Without knowing it, from various ills—
A bird and a tree say to [her]: Friend.”
Submitted by Maya Kostamo
