In the horrific darkness of this war in Ukraine,
this assault perpetrated on innocents sheltered
in subway stations and theaters for a semblance
of safety, I who am thousands of miles
away from harm thank god every morning
for Mary Oliver and for my friend Therese
who gifted me with an anthology of poetry
composed by this tiny powerful woman
who is a gorgeous bird suddenly landing
on the backyard lemon tree pregnant
with life, with the fragrance of blossoms,
a promise of ease.
Mary's music, her airborne words and earthy images
embrace my cheeks softly and like a cool stream
she gazes into my eyes weary from television news,
as she sings such care, such beauty
into these eyes these ears this heart
encouraging our world
and all who walk upon holy ground
to become a safe
bright place once more.
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