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Cord Cutting
by Richard Denner
Yeshe asks me to be her surrogate father
Lloyd, born 1917 in Arkansas
Shirsten will play the part of Emma
the mother, born in Peru
We meet at the sweat lodge
Yeshe is wearing peasant clothing
a long skirt, a white blouse
Sparky Shooting Star and Tsultrim
stand to one side to guide us
The three of us form a triangle
with a ribbon around our waists
and Emma and I speak to our daughter
how she has lived up to our expectations
time, now, for her to be on her own
As she wrestles with this separation
we cut the cord of one too long in our service
and her tears fling aside the pretence of the rite
and hammer home the meaning of being grown
Copyright 2001 by Richard Denner (rychard@sonic.net).
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Who are we to Judge
by Jennifer Spicciati
Who are we to judge the man holding a bottle
we call a bum,
or the child who wears no shoes,
who are we to judge,
when we are to ashamed to walk and give them a hug,
Because we are scared of what are friends will say,
who are we to judge another because of what
they wear or by the voice in which they speak,
Who are we to judge,
the mother who begs because the world has
turned away,
Who are we to judge, when instead we can
show them love and give hope instead of
empty thoughts
If only we just open are hearts and give love
instead of judging,
the world would be a
better place.
Copyright 2001 by Jennifer Spicciati (Bauer00001@aol.com).
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