Ruth C. Webb
Processing - Poem by Ruth C. Webb
We are always in the process
of either building up or tearing down.
Whether we destroy or create
depends on the direction of our gaze.
We can look up or down.
The days pass:
Each takes us a little farther into eternity.
Whether we are smiling or weeping,
hurting or without pain,
excited or bored-
each day brings its dawn,
and its evening.
Each day is given to us one at a time.
We make each a stepping stone down into a valley or up to a
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