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The fight is not for one city at a time.
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It is for the whole of the earth.
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Those perennial plagues of humanness,
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Greed, corruption, hatred, self interest, selfishness andÂ
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short-sightedness,
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Push my feet deeper into the mud
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Even as Covid binds my steps
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To the near confines of a 913 foot Ark-like space.
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Inside, I strive to feel almost safe,
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Counting on God to walk with me.
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A simple poem
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For a not so simple task.
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At best, I want to be as Noakh;
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One who saves what is around meÂ
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Through acts of alert, attentive kindness.Â
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Be gentle with my husband.
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Reach out to a friend.
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Remember my children.
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Practice patience with aging family.
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Breathe with the treesÂ
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Who hug my home.
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These could be small things.
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Or are they?
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A world,
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My world,
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Better cared forÂ
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And loved.
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While that may not be enough,
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In the end,
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It is certainly the placeÂ
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Where I can start.
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