Did Planet Earth evolve from random bits
of space debris intensively colliding
in willy-nilly fashion as befits
the current state of omnipresent fighting?
Does the existence here of you and me
derive from Capricana’s first manned landing?
A Legend of Creation holds the key
for those demanding doubtless understanding.
Before a single footprint punched the soil
foreshadowing humanity’s uniqueness,
a serpent was positioned to uncoil
the moment opportunity met weakness.
The Maker softly sighed and shook Her head,
“I wish I’d fashioned something else instead.”
Mary Boren, 2017
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In the face of human need,
may our voices be projected.
Kindness shown in word and deed
never leaves us unaffected.
Whether given or received,
fellow feeling fills the spaces
hollowed by the woes perceived
in the faces.
Mary Boren, 2016
“I’ve got the gift of goodbye. It’s the tenth spiritual gift.” -T. D. Jakes
In the ever-continuing surge
of humanity, pathways converge.
Though the pattern’s unclear
from the middle of here,
some are destined to cross, some to merge.
So if some overshadow the rest
and you’re forcibly keeping them pressed
in the pages you write
while you’re dreaming at night,
ask yourself, “Are they loved, or possessed?”
The devotion we’re trying to show
can’t compare to the gift we bestow
on reluctant companions
through chasms or canyons
by loving enough to let go.
Simply bless everybody you see
in the cosmic mosaic. Just be.
They shall all come to pass,
not to stay. Raise a glass,
flash a smile, wish them well, set them free.
Mary Boren, 2011