Finding fault...


The Faulting Angel flew in today.

"What important thing have you done,"

He said, "To make the world better

Than it was?" I thought about my day.

"I shoveled my walk clear of snow,"

I said, "And then I wrote a poem."

The Faulting Angel fluttered her wings,

"You think that's the most important

Thing the world needs now?" it roared.

I closed my eyes and whispered softly, 

"No, it's only the most important thing

I could do today." There came a sound

windywild. When I opened my eyes,

The Faulting Angel had fled away.


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  1. To your credit: You took a photo, you appreciated beauty, you told the truth.

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