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Barbara -> DON'T BOW (12/26/2004 10:48:52 PM)
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DON'T BOW
No! Not now.
Lift your head
Look into the storm
Wince if you must.
Cringe too, but stand,
Till you square.
Step back if you must.
But lean forward into the wind.
Let the storm stream down your face
Let the fear shudder your spine.
Die a little
But live, still stronger,
once more proven.
Now, the mortal storm gone
Again you see beauty
A tremendous, white boiling cloud, in blue
The sight of a leaf, fresh, green
Storm wet-trembling
The tremulous hover of a butterfly
The feel on your cheek of caressing warmth
The swell of freshness
The sharp breath intake
The expansion of deep breathing lungs-
And swelling heart,
Now bow -
If you will
Bow to receive these blessings.
But not for the weight of the storm.
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