I used to love the passion of anger—
the fire that propelled me to create groups
for political action, to create plays,
or to prepare informative workshops
and persuasive speeches. But now I find
anger has a short-tired life. I feel it,
but let it go like a stream of thought that
blocks worship and meditation. As if
calm became more pleasing than passion, as if
anger informs but no longer creates,
as if waterfalls turn raging streams to
calm pools of slow-motion rivers
before the great merger that is ocean.
For Mary's prompt "Anger" at What's Going On?
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