A friend shared this with me today and I thought I'd pass it on... (I try to remember that I know less than 1% of 1% of all there is to know - and some of that will be wrong.)
From the place where we are right
flowers will never grow
in the Spring.
The place where we are right
is hard and trampled
like a yard.
But doubts and love dig up the world
Like a mole, a plough.
And a whisper will be heard
in the place
where the ruined house once stood.
~ Yehudi Amichai
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