Dying With a Sly Grin


Steve Roberts color photo: ancient white birch in field with stone sculptures around it

Steve Roberts color photo: ancient white birth knocked over and supported by crutches

Embrace what is and create beauty with it.

The secret to dying with a sly grin on our heart, I’m told.

If only I could embrace and condemn.

If only beauty came from fear.

If only I could heal without forgiving.

If only peace didn’t mean freeing pain.

If only I could love this but not that.

Sly grins at the exit are kinda spendy.

I’ll be working my whole life to earn one.

If I’m lucky.

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The Essay: Honoring the Killing of the Earth