RDP Sunday — FUGACIOUS

Be kind

be thoughtful

be patient, tolerant and understanding

the better angels in me sang

and I was

Until

( and you knew there was as Until waiting to wing it’s way in, didn’t you?)

I found myself surrounded by

none of these things

and I looked in the mirror

and saw a mark on my forehead

and that mark was a word

and that word

was

” Sucker ”

The lesser angels in me are singing now

and their song is loud and bitter.

I have learned it’s tune and each day

I find myself singing the words a little more strongly with gusto and relish

in a darker yet more balanced world.