Where you have a legion of heroes
choose one
but celebrate more than one name
everyday sorts of folks
not looking for any glory
just trying to be
and when the Great White shark comes
the courage to bop it on the nose
because their arm or hand
is not their center,
as the one who writes these words,
but a love for day to day
without gamesmanship
"seeking nothing
imitating nothing
bespeaking an invulnerable peace"
helping others to carry a cross
we on dry ground
can only barely imagine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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