At times we’re powerless
But for our reaction
To the situation
Response is our power

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on November 3, 2017, in Wee Poems and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 11 Comments.

  1. There’s no point to life
    Though a thumb used as a scope
    Gives points to aim for

    Hunting season’s here
    Open sight

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  2. I didn’t get email for this one either!!! 😬

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