This morning I sit in my chair watching the next storm move in from the Pacific. Clouds of every type race across the dawn- streaked blue, creating a backdrop for swaying cedars. Crows struggle to stay airborne as they make their way toward their day jobs after a night of willow-nesting up north. Idyllic. Except for the damn telephone wires. They intrude upon the landscape like the proverbial elephant in the living room.
Flaws, faults, and faux pas
Line the landscape of human character
Like telephone poles stretching toward
A much-desired vanishing point.
We can wish them gone, but
They stand guard over the
Authenticity of our humanity.
They are the contours which
Showcase Beauty.
Honor them.
© rita h kowats 2014
Spirituality Without Borders: Reflections on Spiritual Practice 
Funny you should post this, I took a photo last night and only realised there were telephone lines in it when I downloaded and edited it. Then I shrugged – be grateful for telephone lines!
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Love it!
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I love it! Paula
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Believe it or not, Paula, after I wrote this I went to church and the reading and sermon were the whole poem!
On Sun, Feb 16, 2014 at 4:15 PM, Spirituality Without Borders: Reflections
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No matter where we travel we always see telephone lines. Overtime we just ignored them, but after reading your poem I think we will grow to appreciate them. Thank you for sharing your wonderful poem with us.
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You are welcome! We learn to live with them.
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