Anthony Beckman

Oct 23, 2021

Photo by Pascal Debrunner on Unsplash

The sun glides from behind the horizon.
The soft light gently awakens the sleeping landscape.
A bud shakes loose of dew.
No decisions are made. No hint of hesitation.
The whole leaf emerges forth
Unborn into the world.
Opening to the glow with
Unwavering faith.

Poem inspired by a talk…

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Apr 23, 2021

clouds pass overhead
Photo by Jelleke Vanooteghem on Unsplash

There is no source of the pain.
Anger, fear.
It permeates. Seeping in. Into everything.
It’s the toothache.
It’s the ingrown toenail.
It’s the red light and the near-empty gas tank.
It’s the non-stop emails or the next few meetings.
It’s the sound of the furnace or the neighbor’s lawnmower.
It’s the regret and the potential.
It’s the mistakes…

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Anthony Beckman

Anthony Beckman

Dad, husband, thinker, writer, exerciser. “It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.” — Dumbledore