There are monks who sing
for the laity—May you be happy,
and today I sing it, too,
though I have not been
anointed and have no special
sway, but I stitch my song
into the morning’s ferocious wind
and send it everywhere,
May you be well.
The wind rips the words
from my lips. I sing them
again. This is all
we have in this world,
the way we choose
to meet it.
Hi Rosemerry,
Starting my day with a poem from you is the best medicine.
There are some lines in one of your poems that
I’d like to use for a postcard about a healing farm where I was a resident.
“The magnolia blossom will never refold
into a tiny bud.
But you, if you choose, can revive and rebuild,
and repeace and rehope and relove.”
Hope I can get your permission to share your words with my Community.
Karen, thank you for your comment and for the respect in your request. Yes, please use the lines, use any lines. They are to be shared, and I am grateful for any light or compassion you spread in world, grateful to be a small part of it.
I say you have been anointed.
Ah, Jane, perhaps we all are.
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