SURROUNDED
BY THE SACRED
When
I was a kid
if
you dropped a prayer book
you
had to kiss it after you picked it up
I
feel that way
about
most any book
well, not Mein Kampf, say
but any work charged
with the love of writing
or of making
The Joy of Cooking, say.
The sacred can be so embarrassing
not so much when we are alone
more so in polite company
where a fervent
Thank God, or even
Oh my goodness
might be viewed as quaint
and where a sign of the cross
(Christian or Elemental)
would be thought deranged.
We’re
surrounded
by
the sacred
All
Life – All Living
Why
would that be embarrassing?
You are the blossom
the
hummingbird
visits
sacred
If you fell
I’d pick you up
and if you’d like
I’d kiss you.
RW
Guanajuato,
Mex
Martin
Luther King Day
01.20.2002
(I have no financial interest in the novica website.)
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