Everything Is Yours Poem by RIC BASTASA

FINDING IGGY

first he finds the sun
and looks at it directly
for a while and was blinded
seeing red all over
inside his
retina and then recovers and
finds composure
to God again

and then everything is God
the bird, the stalk, the bud,
the sea, and moon and stars,

so many gods in one
God

but that is not just that
he finds God in misunderstanding
and chaos
and all those sorts of things

spark plugs, and bent spoons,
unused canes, wheelchairs,
electric bills,
unpaid mortgage,
low salaries, overworked bodies,
unschooled kids,
missing keys, rusty doorknobs,

abandoned houses,
houses of ill-repute,
strip teasers, ermita escapades, .
cheap motels,

cheating taxi drivers, broken pens,
and so on and so forth

and like Iggy, he finally rests his weary
head upon the bosom of the
endless earth, saying:

To you, Lord, I return it.
Everything is yours; do with it what you will.
Give me only your love and your grace,
that is enough for me."