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| Artem Lysenko |
Thoughts on a Tuesday Morning
It is well with my soul
but sometimes I must cling
to the branch extended—
the branch that keeps me
from drowning, that lets me sing
of the good that is happening.
It is well with my soul
when I reach out to my neighbor,
when I offer an hour or two
to listen, when I share
a cup of tea, or refuse to harbor
the anger that wants to suffocate.
It is well with my soul
when I remember to shout
praises to the sunlight
that keeps me whole,
when I remember to do without
unneeded things
that clutter and make me stumble.
It is well to recall
what keeps me humble.
© Carole Mertz
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| Carole Mertz |
Carole Mertz loves interviewing authors and publishing reviews of their works. She is the Book Reviews Editor at Dreamers Creative Writing. Her poems and reviews have appeared recently in World Literature Today, Mom Egg Review, and The Ekphrastic Review. Carole resides with her husband in Parma, Ohio.
www.CaroleMertz.com
