RIC S. BASTASA
Everything Is Yours - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA
first he finds the sun
and looks at it directly
for a while and was blinded
seeing red all over
retina and then recovers and
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
but that is not just that
he finds God in misunderstanding
and all those sorts of things
spark plugs, and bent spoons,
unused canes, wheelchairs,
low salaries, overworked bodies,
missing keys, rusty doorknobs,
houses of ill-repute,
strip teasers, ermita escapades, .
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."
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