A Thought About A Communion Poem by RIC BASTASA

the fruits of the earth are for all
and those who do not work for them
deserve no less than those who only stand
and wait, those who dance to the music,
those who tap their fingers on the table
for the beat of poetry,
those who savor the beauty of the earth
and stop for a while to contemplate
about such an amazing beauty,
those that only describe what grace is there,

for they are not those who caused the
growth of trees, the coming out of
the buds, the blooming of the flowers,
the making of the pulp and juice of the ultimate fruits,

it is the wind that makes the seeds fall,
the rain and the soil that make them grow

No man, however hard he works for it, whatever
he does, can make a seed, or a leaf, or
make the sun spread its rays,

No man can make the soil stay and disappear,
No man can stop the journey of the earth
and say that now he owns it and that some
Would have to beg or ask for its bounty.