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By James Kerti
the templar
halls of museums, for
example, or
the chambers of churches,
and admire
no more than the beauty
there, or
remember the graveness
of stone, or
whatever. You don’t
have to do any
better. You don’t have to
understand
the liturgy or know history
to feel holy
in a gallery or presbytery.
It is enough
to have come just so far.
You need
not be opened any more
than does
a door, standing ajar.
by Todd Boss
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By James Kerti
When it comes time to say farewell,
whether to a love,
a home,
a path,
or a life,
let your practice be always the same:
just as we do in those final moments of light
beneath the late-afternoon sun.
Sit quietly for a moment, allow your heart room
to be heard, keep your breath steady
and centered as you reflect on the blessings
that have made this time in your life
so meaningful and precious.
Appreciate its place
and acknowledge its passing,
but trust also in the promise of new beginnings.
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By James Kerti
For those of us who live at the shoreline
standing upon the constant edges of decision
crucial and alone
for those of us who cannot indulge
the passing dreams of choice
who love in doorways coming and going
in the hours between dawns
looking inward and outward
at once before and after
seeking a now that can breed
futures
like bread in our children’s mouths
so their dreams will not reflect
the death of ours;
For those of us
who were imprinted with fear
like a faint line in the center of our foreheads
learning to be afraid with our mother’s milk
for by this weapon
this illusion of some safety to be found
the heavy-footed hoped to silence us
For all of us
this instant and this triumph
We were never meant to survive.
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