Writing the Tao

Thursday, May 4, 2017

Winter

"A homeless man dies in the gutter.
A tree cracks in the cold:
A shocking sound."

Just as I should never fear doing for the least, I should neither fear being the least. May my humility never forsake me as I press forward into the unknown. 
Posted by Kari Turner at 11:17 PM
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