Drops of Color/ GOOD Trouble
Drops of Color
“Never, ever be afraid to make some noise and
get in GOOD trouble, necessary trouble.”
~~~John Lewis
I Still Remain
A square etched
on a blank page.
What words
began to follow?
One drop after
another falls from
a sky sliced open
no longer holding
the weight of its tears.
Back to the square
~~~a lined drawing
now becomes a box.
Stepping outside,
I lay the sketch
~~~a lined image
of the box
on the soaked ground.
Suddenly, an abundance
of gathered drops
fills the box so quickly
that the image
NOW
washed away.
I stand, soaked.
I am not washed away.
I stand, I am
present, alive, free to
wander.
Even though I am drenched,
I still stand.
I hope
I trust
I believe
in GOODNESS.
No-thing can
wash me
away while
I still remain.
In Memory of John Lewis, ‘GOOD Trouble.’
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