Jaroslav A. Polák CC
You are who you are. Despite the fraught length of night and any dark distance seemingly impenetrable, light reaches out its ray, spreads its arms ever ready to embrace the stone, ever ready to dig deep into a heart. And you are. Even in the blindness, you see your share of promised light, sure as hope, sure as stars sprinkled, sure as kindness despite all death. You close your eyes and give in and remain open to joyous satisfaction in your imagery as created, as if your very branches may bend and know it clearly, that all intricacies of the universe in your cells go ever simple. As Love.
Kindness Finds Us
It’s a short walk to Sioux Lookout. So much seems lost.
What got us here may not get us there, to the top of the world.
We’ve survived our fair share of random acts of violets and now
linger hoping for a more reliable scheduling despite the approaching
darkness and the cold.
This is when our friend is about to die.
Another someone up here, by grace, knows the alacrity of CPR.
Yet, let the flowers go as they may. Sky rolls over our frosted heads
and from here we just might be able to see all the landscape roll
all the way down into distance into the Lake of the Woods.
Time is short.
But a loving heart remains.
So goes the shared glory we are all endlessly blessed to find.
Joe Bisicchia writes of our shared dynamic. An Honorable Mention recipient for the Fernando Rielo XXXII World Prize for Mystical Poetry, his works have appeared in numerous publications. His website is www.JoeBisicchia.com.
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