ManicWorld Magazine

I am The Church of things I didn’t do.
I chose not to send that Nasty email
nor curse the unhoused guy with just one shoe
nor snap back at the clerk fresh out of jail.
I choose not to explode when life is raw.
No flight clerk dress-downs when I missed my plane
nor let the daily news stick in my craw
nor stay up all night with work as if chained.
I did not snap at my best friend ever,
nor honk at cars, just sitting at the green.
All these things I did not do, for never
is anger met with kindness lush and keen.
I am my own True Church of tender hearts.
Will you join me? ‘Tis up to us to start.