Reminder

Hands stained

with ink, I found a key.

 

The world is singing itself

as you,

as me.

 

With heart clearing,

like a gasp

I understand:

to always speak

with an open heart.

 

The world becomes one

as a weight lifts,

my vision cleared.

 

Oh how too often

I forget

how to say “Thank you”

and take the world to heart.

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