Blessed

Blessed day Our homes are not being bombed our parents may still be alive And all that is news is the weather Forgettable temperatures No longer even reincarnated as tomorrow’s fish and chip wrapper Blessed body wants to heal I can feel it’s efforts like a stranded whale who will return with so much care and so much love The will of the tide pulls it back Tries to remember its wholeness so the cells can celebrate who they are and what they do all according to plan Blessed are we to live in such beauty with greenery and vast open skies Drives some people crazy who can’t see it anymore those who ignore They’ve grown over it like a cataract (so don’t look back – only upward) Blessed are we to feel Pain, temperature, sorrow, relief If only for one breath it is a gift all the same Blessed in our ignorance to our privilege and comfort So few comparisons with those with less Only more Here in our beds with electricity and privacy With senses and perceptions and the wisdom of experiences tucked inside Safe in storage (the past cannot hurt us now) Memories only want to be remembered when we can learn from them Well Like sages waiting on the mountaintop Their wisdom in their patience Until we are ready Until we are ready to heal We Are Forgiven Caitlin Smith 7th August 2006