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There was an old story…

Poetic harvest during a call with a hosting team preparing an intervention in a changing organisation

There was an old story
not a perfect one
but a story we knew
it has lived with us for a long time
like the story before

We knew the king and the servants
the wizards and the witches
But then a new king came
with a new story
in its wake
a confusing fog

And as it goes
with new kings
new stories
and fogs,
we are now living calling questions
heard by some, felt by many:
What is my place, my role, my contributionin all of this? 

Let us sit by the fire
and see where its light
might show a way
to the sun

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