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Silly Me

By John I. Blair

‘Tis a gift to be simple, the Shakers sang;

To be silly once meant to be blessed.

But simplicity is hard to find,

So sometimes I just stop and breathe,

Stop and clear my mind,

Seeking calmness from which to make

A simple moment in my space.

And sometimes I do silly things,

Like sing a song or climb a tree,

Going beyond my ordered face

To a place I’d rather be,

Where there still is room for the silly side of me.

©2/5/2002 John I. Blair


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