Purposeless Purpose: a new psalm 145
Apr 15, 2023
What if my purposeful buckets fall flat
instead of stocking security
they shackle my song?
What if my purpose is to wake up
cheering the crescent moon
and the holy rabbit vanishing before the fox?
What will I do with my purposeful buckets
big with performance, power
and pride?
Sing. Sing my savory song of all
that is
holy, divine, every good.
My bulging buckets are too small
to curb my purposeless purpose
glazed with grace and gratitude.
Bravo crescent moon
adorning dawn’s rose carpet
for wily fox and holy rabbit.
Sing. Sing my savory song of all
that is
holy, divine, every good.
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Photograph by Debra Asis
