It enters the scene slyly,

where from we know not.

It challenges the chariots

of human arrogance.


It sits waiting without 

racism, genderism,

sexism and classism,

ageism or poverty.


Wealth will not avoid

its tentacles tangling

and trying to kill as

it seduces and secures


its future development;

spreading silently,

mutating, morphing and 

mangling management.


Many’ll fall, most will stand.

Tears will stain our faces

and survival means grief

and joy at life’s journeying.

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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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