Poem: If One Could Add the Entirety
of what we can see
and what we can’t —
the supplicant on a rant,
the matter dark, unknowable,
a bitterness that’s stowable –
what we would have to examine
are children wrenched by famine,
a panoply of catastrophes,
like man-made war, and disease.
at an ancient antiquated book
imparting wisdom, dispensing lessons,
doling out her meager blessings
to those who care to think
that knowing God demands a link
to better angels, vibes much higher,
illuminated by your fire,
the one that burns within
where there’s no hell and there’s no sin.
When you glow the healing starts
proving science doth love the arts.
that humble plots are sacred ground,
that if you focus on the light
you’ll develop brilliant sight
an aptitude for nobleness
projecting out from all of us.
You see it all for what it is:
bounty pots without a lid
overflowing with joyful spirit.
Magically magnetically growing stronger near it
you know what truth is, you know what’s real,
you know, in short, the real real deal.