My friend, Christine, is a beautiful poet. I share her recent poem here. She wrote it after reading and being inspired by a poem entitled, In Praise of a Mutilatd World by Adam Zagajewski.
After Adam Zagajewski
I am instructed to praise – though I know better – though I know perfectly well what we are capable of – the horrors we have already done. Still, I am instructed to praise – to hold the leaf in my hand and do it no harm. To hold the one leaf in my hand and see the tiny veins swimming through it. To know it is alive – and depends on my care.
I gather up the leaves the Divine One floats my way. Each one is precious and in my care, even for a moment. How do I respond?