So much love, Anslie. Since the day I met you, I’ve felt your love palpably from afar. I am privileged to have such wise friends. It does seeem that the more we know, the smaller we get, right? It seems so much important lately to just show up for life and do my best than try to be someone. Awesome poem. Love the voice!

Thank you.
Tasara

Healing prayers for You, A

I allus argy that a man
Who does about the best he can
Is plenty good enugh to suit
This lower mundane institute—
No matter ef his daily walk
Is subject fer his neghbor’s talk,
And critic-minds of ev’ry whim
Jest all git up and go fer him!

I knowed a feller onc’t that had
The yeller-janders mighty bad,—
And each and ev’ry friend he’d meet
Would stop and give him some receet
Fer cuorin’ of ’em. But he’d say
He kindo’ thought they’d go away
Without no medicin’, and boast
That he’d git well without one doste.

He kep’ a-yellerin’ on—and they
Perdictin’ that he’d die some day
Before he knowed it! Tuck his bed,
The feller did, and lost his head,
And wundered in his mind a spell—
Then rallied, and, at last, got well,
But ev’ry friend that said he’d die
Went back on him eternally!

It’s natchurl enugh, I guess,
When some gits more and some gits less,
Fer them-uns on the slimmest side
To claim it ain’t a fare divide;
And I’ve knowed some to lay and wait,
And git up soon, and set up late,
To ketch some feller they could hate
Fer goin’ at a faster gait.

The signs is bad when folks commence
A-findin’ fault with Providence,
And balkin’ ’cause the earth don’t shake
At ev’ry prancin’ step they take.
No man is grate tel he can see
How less than little he would be
Ef stripped to self, and stark and bare
He hung his sign out anywhare.

My doctern is to lay aside
Contensions, and be satisfied:
Jest do your best, and praise er blame
That follers that, counts jest the same.

I’ve allus noticed grate success
Is mixed with troubles, more er less,
And it’s the man who does the best
That gets more kicks than all the rest.