The Blessing
Take me across
Thy bullet
Time
Take me across and then back again
To say Yes as Nietzsche said yes
To feel Yes as others dive and run
And shake life like a tree
The messiah inside us all
No other
No other exists
But our own hidden cancer
Our own hourglass
One’s own bargain with the sands
On the shore we tread on surging horseback
Or gingerly
Like a frightened
Quivering reed
Say Yes to it all once again
The pain coursing through
the blood the bones
The unbounded loss of lovers and friends
The unguided descent into hells too deep
To recover
The unquiet questioning of purpose
And ruse
Of endless games we play
Shouting excuses for the main
For the main errors
For the shock of what we did
For the flaws within our subtle
All too subtle
Gift to the gods of delusion . . .
For it was never as we thought it could ever be
It could never go the way we planned
The joke was us and on us and for us
From the start therefore —
Let’s compel it all again
My temptress
My bride my angel eyes
Thou canst be wicked
Shekhinah!!
— by Douglas Pinson