The Art of blessing the day Marge Piercy This is the blessing for rain after drought: Come down, wash the air so it shimmers, … This is the blessing for sun after long rain: Now everything shakes itself free and rises. The trees are bright as pushcart ices. Every last lily opens its satin thighs. The bees dance and roll in pollen And the cardinal at the top of the pine Sings at full throttle, fountaining. This is the blessing for the ripe peach This is the blessing for the first garden tomato. This is the blessing for the return of favorite cat, The blessing for love returned, for friends’ Return…. But the discipline of blessings is to taste Each moment, the bitter, the sour, the sweet And the salty and be glad for what does not Hurt. The art is in compressing attention To each little and big blossom of the tree Of life, to let the tongue sing each fruit, Its savor, its aroma and its use. Attention is love, what we must give Children, mothers, fathers, pets, Our friends, the news, the woes of others. What we want to change we curse and then Pick up a tool. Bless whatever you can With eyes and hands and tongue. If you Can’t bless it, get ready to make it new.
Posted on: Mon, 17 Nov 2014 22:51:15 +0000
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