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And the Day Came


And the day came when finally

They put down their burdens

And said, “That’s enough of that.” 


The moment was full of sorrow but also relief

Arms exhausted from carrying the burden

Of trying to entice, persuade, people to be more 

Compassionate, wise


They continued their own work

Of building a world more just

But were freer, lighter


The responsibility for others’ thoughts

Was gone.

They taught through their actions

For anyone willing to read their lives


You can see them now

At work in the daytime

Singing and laughing in the evenings

Ask for their views

And they’ll give a mysterious smile


You can join them, you know

But you cannot fight them

For they just continue on their way

Doing the work that is theirs to do

They do not seek your agreement, your approbation

When they encounter an obstacle

They find a way over it


I have never seen people who worked so hard

Look so at peace.








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