Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Rodak's Writings: ...from Whom all Blessings Flow

…from Whom all Blessings Flow

I’ve been too easy
on myself
and on you
and on your world.

I’ve wished you a river
and I’ve let you skate.

And that river flows
and it burns --
its primordial wetness
mocked by tongues
of dancing blue flame,
as if a bad dream
set free to consume
all that yearns
for a simple peace.

See? you say –
It’s a fucking miracle!

Praise Him!