Arlene Corwin writes

Each Day

Wonderful people say,

“Have a blessed day”

And I respond, if not out loud,

Each day is blessed,

Have you not noticed?

While not living on a cloud

But on a clod

Of earth that’s ever birthing,

One which in so many ways

Behaves unworthy -

If one is a faith-filled learning,

Seeing patterned chains of luck

As hap-accident

(We call coincident)

A trusting sureness grows within the daily doings.

When we see the daily screwings

Of corruption,

Islands gone,

A new eruption,

There is that umbrella shield

That takes it all into account,

Making universal laws the blanket:

Yin and yang, the karmic cause…

The man of faith is left in awe,

Left with the feeling that at root

We don’t lose out.

To those who doubt

This must sound like a potpourri

Of mumbo jumbo, drivel, bunk,

Bilge, bosh, guff:

All and every made-up stuff

Of man.

For me and my like-minded friends

Every day’s a blend

Of now that changes every second

And a now that has no end.

This poem is dedicated to Bhaghirath Choudhary, a kind and generous Facebook friend who sends admiring and encouraging notes regarding my poetry.

 

Spiral Abstract -- Phil Cummings