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I cannot say

Updated: Nov 19, 2021

I cannot say

If it was the leaving

Or the arriving

Which was more unsettling.


With all its uncertainty

Abandoning the familiar,

The known,

The almost predictable

for a search

with no assurance

of arrival.


Now there

Is the real mystery.

In the mundane

A majesty:

In the poverty

Real riches:

And knowing

From this one moment

Of real encounter

That I can never

Be the same again.

Poem by Jeannie Kendall, reproduced with permission

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