Oh, Manifesto

I believe:

We are all miracles;
Even the sun, someday, must die;
The ocean is patient;
Unfettered capitalists are impatient;
All genders need love.

Poverty doesn’t arise from a lack of ambition;
Skin is a marvelous organ whose color is irrelevant to character;
Forgiveness and gratitude are fine instruments that demand practice;
All animals have the same right as I to be here;
Time is a clever illusion.

Death’s door is always open;
Friends are harbingers of joy;
Children are the greatest gift;
Puns are their own reword;
Music is universal language.

Faces are windows;
The book is our greatest invention;
Religions are exclusive clubs;
Prejudice is ignorance personified;
Magic is alive—god is afoot.

(eagle: my photo from the beach in Gearhart)

About Jim Stewart

Writer at Butt in Chair
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7 Responses to Oh, Manifesto

  1. Bud Hedrick says:

    Good one JIm! It made me smile!

    On Fri, Jan 28, 2022 at 9:18 AM Narble Furt Lives wrote:

    > Jim Stewart posted: ” I believe: We are all miracles;Even the sun, > someday, must die;The ocean is patient;Unfettered capitalists are > impatient;All genders need love. Poverty doesn’t arise from a lack of > ambition;Skin is a marvelous organ whose color is irrelevant to cha” >

  2. Nice! Especially “puns are their own reword”

  3. Casi Mimbu says:

    you always leave me with hope in my heart

  4. Debra says:

    Beautiful and moving, Jim. So much truth said perfectly. Amen.

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