-I-
When you say my life is a blessing
I bristle.
I become a porcupine whose quills
go up
to keep you, the bestower of blessings,
at bay.
When you say my life is a blessing
I bristle.
I become a porcupine whose quills
go up
to keep you, the bestower of blessings,
at bay.
What do you know of the weight
of solitude at the core of my being?
of the fretful nights punctuated by fears?
of solitude at the core of my being?
of the fretful nights punctuated by fears?
If you think you channel divine benevolence
think again.
The divine has been remarkably absent
so much so it became powerless
think again.
The divine has been remarkably absent
so much so it became powerless
-II-
The power to bless is the power
to choose.
(I hold it from my ancestors
whose power to choose
was cut short by the powerful.)
The power to bless is the power
to choose.
(I hold it from my ancestors
whose power to choose
was cut short by the powerful.)
The power to bless is the freedom
to see
the Canada geese strutting in the grass
to feel
the warmth of the sun
to hear
the birds singing high in the canopy
to see
the Canada geese strutting in the grass
to feel
the warmth of the sun
to hear
the birds singing high in the canopy
knowing
it could all be gone in a moment
if I, if we, do not act to make life,
it could all be gone in a moment
if I, if we, do not act to make life,
our life,
a blessing
Now.
a blessing
Now.
