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Failure isn’t fatal

It’s fortunate.

It tells us

we have reached the point

where we can no longer continue without change,

without a new approach,

a new learning.

We have reached the limit of

our current ability.

It gives us a measure

of where we are today, and

how far we’ve come.

It is a limit without limiting,

a boundary without bounding.

To the extent we can see beyond our point of failure,

it shows us what we can be,

what we might be,

if we commit ourselves to

being better,

by doing better,

because we know better is out there

calling to us.

It doesn’t taunt or tease.

It bows our head in defeat

showing us

the line

we stand on

is the starting line.

“Before you know…

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing… Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore, only kindness that ties your shoes and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread…  ~ Naomi Nye

If I Had My Way I’d be Out of a Job

My goal in life is to retire

because the work I do no longer needs doing.

 

To become obsolete.

Walking the fields, strolling the sidelines,

and as far as I can see

children are playing:

determined and skillful, sweating and graceful,

completely exhausted, and deliriously happy.

 

No yelling. No carding. No injuries.

No knee braces. No ankle wraps.

No ice. No crutches. No splints. No ambulances.

No tears.

No stoppage time.

Every game starting and stopping at the whistle,

according to the running clock.

 

Oh, there would be running.

And jumping and kicking and passing and shooting

And tackling and intercepting and tipping over the bar.

The game would go until the final whistle.

A winner named. A loser declared.

Players, both elated and defeated, celebrating

because they get to play again.

 

How I long to stand by and watch,

silent, smiling and unnecessary;

to hang up my cleats, stack my cones, closet my ladder and rings.

To take a seat and watch the children play,

as I was meant to do.

 

If I had my way,

I’d be out of a job.

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