Yahweh/Elohim/Allah/God, intervene.
We three People of the Book
have abused and made it dangerous.
Meant to be a dramatic poem of inspiration,
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I, Miriam, took my tambourine
and finger cymbals with me
out of the land of slavery
with its daily insults and petty
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How long it takes to wait for the hummingbird to hover in front
of one’s lens, luminous purple and shimmering fuchsia blooming around it.
Unless one is a bear, how long it takes to pick enough blackberries
for a substantial cobbler, all morning to walk the roadside or out to the middle
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After a year of thorns
and disease, rambling
vines and blighted leaves,
at year’s end near first frost
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'The pain passes, but the beauty remains.'
Renoir to Matisse
Suppose you have a chronic affliction.
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The Great Bearheart
secret for accomplishing
the impossible
on a regular basis
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Being well of soul but ill of body
could be a grim pill for a world-traveler,
who revels in the sacred sights, sounds, tastes and smells,
and in touching the thoughts and dreams of Earth and her cosmos.
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It may be too late for many of us
to die young, but it’s never too late
to die ageless and happy.
Most especially, it’s never too late
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