Rainbow threads glisten in the trees,
butterflies land on my forehead,
and a chorus of juvenile cardinals
rejoices!
How can I doubt that i am blessed!
how can you?
Today I was rescued from a milk jug.
actually –
I was living in a milk jug – but you needed it for water,
and
so I was evicted from my home.
and yet
I still find myself at home.
here with You.
No, there will be no aggression.
What I guard is far too precious to protect with violence.
Open the gate
and
come in.
What?
You think I should be in the grass?
Why work so hard to understand? –
but do be mindful when you stop and smell the flowers……
i am not good.
Nor am i evil.
I am here.
I had a friend –
we called her Rabbit
They named her Cynthea.
no one asked her what she called herself –
I think it might have been:
She who is fiercely gentle
at least that is what she kept telling me –
I am Fiercely Gentle.
but perhaps it was simply advice.