Wednesday, March 9, 2011

To fill the emptiness with joy,
is exercise left for the heart.
For only when the hunger's felt,
Is when the healing starts.

When I was young I valued age,
And now I value youth.
I used to value poignancy.
Yet now I value truth.

I change just like the river,
Yet water it will always be.
It winds at time and then sits still.
It's free like you and me.

- An Untitled Poem by Deborah Chaskin

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