This morning I recalled the impatience of my youth. I self-medicated the ailment with the poetry. I particularly liked Piet Hein, a Danish writer/designer. He wrote silly little poems called "grooks." I loved them. I collected his books. I loved that he was a part of the Danish resistance during WWII and used his grooks to help the underground send coded messages. One grook in particular inspired a sign I put over my bedroom door where it remained for years. If I could write a poem with a vaccine embedded or could transform the pixels of this screen into the feeling of the touch of a human hand on a breaking or a fearful heart, I would not hesitate to hit send. I am working on being less afraid and inventing new ways to love. I hope you can too. In the meantime, here is the grook that inspired the sign:
Put up in a place
where it's easy to see
the cryptic admonishment
When you feel how depressingly
slowly you climb,
it's well to remember that
Things Take Time.
by Piet Hein
Deb Grant, resilient child of God, creative tinker of paper, ink, wood, shiny things, paint and words. The human amusement of a parrot and a dog.
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