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An Unresisting Way
A gull is tossed by high wailing winds,
then it lets its wings ride the storm.
Cliff top, we who watch under rain hats,
sway, and stare
strangely entranced by the sudden squall.
A certain sense of our smallness
in the greater scheme of things
comes upon us,
an acknowledgement perhaps
of our allotted place and power
especially the power
to roll with life's heaving seas,
and the wise choice
to fly with its winds
and not against them.
Copyright ©
Eric Ashford
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