Friday the 13th. Were I a superstitious person I would be worried. But I’m not. I have two black cats and my birthday falls on the 13th day of March so I’m certainly not sweating things like superstition (knock and wood :-)
It’s summertime in
It’s a time of reckoning in the world at large and I’m waiting. All about our bright blue globe, people are living, people are dying, people are being born into a world that shifts and roils and morphs…for the better and for the worse…with every passing instant and I’m still waiting.
Voices are being raised in song, blood is being spilled on the sands and on the streets of far too many nations, dreams are being given wing, and hope is thriving where it should have no foothold…and I’m waiting.
Friday the 13th…just another day in tapestry of never-ending time…and I have no time for superstition. Because I’m waiting…I’m hoping and praying and swearing, working and dreaming and fighting…and waiting. I’m waiting on the world to change.
- thanks and apologies to JM -
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