Once in a blue moon,
beauty settles into my soul
like a swallow in its nest:
gracious and quiet and fertile.
Mere seconds later,
hordes and hordes of selfish people
with steel-toothed hounds and motorized wheels
come rushing by,
hurling themselves at the air, at the landscape, at other people’s souls,
a merciless stampede
raising the dust;
an unleashed army of carnal restlessness, a cacophony of hubris and outrage,
charging headlong, chasing the next empty minute, the next self-righteous cause,
cutting open words they don’t understand
and letting them bleed to death.
In their tow, the bee is sucked out of its flower,
the sweetness of honey is said to become unpalatable
and cross-pollination impossible.
I let them pass,
envy not their rapid advancement,
their heedless lack of regrets.
In God’s love, I am nourished.
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