We have become gatherers
We gather to pedal, to box, as adventurers
We gather stories, ideas, solutions to shared problems
As we learn to
Stretch, to push ourselves,
To see beyond our public selves
To share with each other our forgotten selves
Some of us dusting off smiles we almost lost
In this small intersection of our lives as we box or spin together,
We disclose ourselves:
A baseball trophy we have won
A poem written
A silly cheer
Our needlework
The latest hopeful research
Our love of doughnuts
The gift of truly hearing each other
We gather ways to live this life, not always gracefully,
But learning from each other
And just as these hours that we share undergird the day
Just as these activities give us a foothold for whatever may come…
A starting block, a place from which to spring into life in all its fullness
All of this we gather together.
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Diane, wonderful! Calms my soul. I hope you will share more of your poems.
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