Thank you, Bruce, for sharing this one with me.
My heart knows this experience... deeply.
That Beautiful Sentence
the way you no longer
knock yourself out about
every single capitalist injustice,
but instead turn
to your other lives,
being a lover, being a gardener,
the struggle is long,
sometimes the fulcrum lies elsewhere,
but when the moment to change things
comes in all its dazzling radiance
you still seem to know
what time it is, despite a history
of uphill battles, throw
everything you have
into it, like a cowgirl
furiously wrestling a steer
to the ground,
like that saying you copied
what seems like a million years ago
from a wall in the depths
of the drug treatment program
because it struck you
as true
because it struck you
as accurate
because it struck you
as beautiful
because it was in accord
with your heart
oh, lord,
give me the serenity
to accept the things
I cannot change,
the courage to change
the things I can ,
and the wisdom,
the wisdom to know
the difference
and then,
afterwards,
when you were finished,
you got up from your chair
and walked over
to the park
you still
remember
that beautiful sentence.
~ Christopher Butters
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