In the heat of the moment,all my senses on alert,
I roll up my sleeves
or strip for battle
preparing for resistance,
certain there is no choice
but to fight, to challenge;
to duel to the death.
But sometimes --
if I stop and turn the other cheek,
or rest for just a moment to consider --
there'll be this burst of joy,
an outpouring of refreshing thought
that douses that angry fire
and leaves me drenched in wonder.
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