A Poem for Conflict



Like butter, warmed,

pour your words

if you want to be

heard, heeded, taken

to heart, understood.


Soothe your stance.

Relax the taut tendons

of your back and feet.

Keep deep beliefs.


Lighten your lofty hold

on heaven; earth

with its round belly

and rumpled clothes

is worth embrace.


Slow your days.

Sit in the sun.

Take a walk.

Whistle a tune. Say

you will stay a while.


Depend on your faith.

Consider failing.

Go forward knowing

you speak honestly

with yourself.


Be more like butter;

want to be spread around.

When times are hard, soften.

This is what she told me.

She being me.


            Anne McCrady

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