RESPECT | RESPECT
When Something Resonates
We must respect the choices made

I shall be richer all my life for the sorrow. Wallace Stegner, All the Little Live Things
Respect
Respect for a man who twines life and death in description so delicate, so fierce.
Moved to tears by the truth of it all
The intricacies of relations, the idiocy of youth, the foolishness of old age.
It is unwise to think there is no drama, to believe there are some unbroken.
The only solace is in the melding, interdependent, intertwined. It is a most fragile thing. To live. To let live. To forgive.
Only possible when loosely defined grips and lightly contrived guides give way with respect to life, to others, to self, to human conditions.
I must thank Carolyn Hastings for extending the July prompt into August as I was a late comer to the party at Paper Poetry. In case you missed it here is the prompt:
And I will pay respect to some of the wonderful responses to the prompt:





