BIRTHDAY BLESSING

Blessed be the mind that dreamed the day
The blueprint of your life
Would begin to glow on earth,
Illuminating all the faces and voices
That would arrive to invite
Your soul to growth.

Praised be your father and mother,
Who loved you before you were,
And trusted to call you here
With no idea who you would be.

Blessed be those who have loved you
Into becoming who you were meant to be,
Blessed be those who have crossed your life
With dark gifts of hurt and loss
That have helped to school your mind
In the art of disappointment.

When desolation surrounded you,
Blessed be those who looked for you
And found you, their kind hands
Urgent to open a blue window
In the grey wall formed around you.

Blessed be the gifts you never notice,
Your health, eyes to behold the world,
Thoughts to countenance the unknown,
Memory to harvest vanished days,
Your heart to feel the world’s waves,
Your breath to breathe the nourishment
Of distance made intimate by earth.

On this echoing-day of your birth,
May you open the gift of solitude
In order to receive your soul;
Enter the generosity of silence
To hear your hidden heart,
Know the serenity of stillness
To be enfolded anew
By the miracle of your being.

John O’Donohue
To Bless the Space Between Us

REMAIN

Remain in me
that's what you say
The reality is few
choose to stay

The heart shares, sees
joys, sunrises, sorrow, pain
Shares each of these
with another that
leaves
And does not remain

What pulls the roots
What shifts the tide
What makes it impossible
to remain by your side

Weights of loss and
mirages of maybes
move a life, remove a life
Away from
where it once lived
and grew
and loved

Remain in me
is what you say
To be here
alone, never alone
is to begin
yet again
to remain  

Jared Ray Mackey

I TOOK A LIFE TODAY

I took a life today.
I fantasized all summer about
Killing.

I took my anger
My rage
Beat out the life and
Breath.

As I rolled the corpse
I saw a stump
A squirrel
With three legs.

It was
Me
Broken
Trapped
Beaten.

It curled up
Peaceful as it fell
Off the shovel
Into the black
Of the garbage can. 

Bitter cold hands
Numb from killing
Holding a cigarette.

No sun
Only gray
And dying
Today.

Jared Ray Mackey