Soul Food
Where do you go to be fed?
I must remember not to ask so many questions. The questions and answers both mean very little until a man or woman can no longer remember all of their yesterdays, and thus can let go their absolute certainties about tomorrow. Like flags I’ve seen flapping in the desert, our answers are threadbare until, with nowhere left to climb, we fall back to our ground. I like when a weary traveler seeks me out to ask, Where do you go to be fed?
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