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FACING THE FUTURE TOGETHER
Fall Apart, But Gently
I am the goat on a mountainside
gripping a jagged centimeter,
the scarecrow eyeing the velocity
of a dark twister.
I am the artist holding onto a
broken pocket watch,
the skipper chasing discoveries
with a map of yesterdays.
I am holding a cracked teacup
trying to catch serenity—
but I understand even the universe
has passing seasons.
At least we live on a warm planet
consoled by water;
if we can’t feel the hope in a storm,
we’ll never like the rain.
There is courage in every egg,
a forest in every acorn—
in tumultuous times we can still
be grateful the sun rises.
The secret now is to fall apart,
but gently, knowing we
won’t be the same tomorrow
as we were today.
- Charles Fischer
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