Just

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

Who says, “it is just?”

Oh, Lord. It has been me.

Is the dervish just whirling?

White skirts entrancing white roses

and also the white sun.

Is the witch hazel just blooming?

Golden, spidery blossoms,

and in autumn for goodness sake!

Is the chestnut-sided warbler just here

and then gone? No! Think of it thundering

those tiny wings across the Americas.

Twice a year.

You can’t do it. Not once. Nor can I.

Words can lead us to grace, and they can

call us away from the inherent sacred. “Don’t look.

Something might change you.”

OH!

I must stop.

This life is dedicated to Earth-praise,

to loving this unordinary world.

Words are my activism.

And, they are not just words.

~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author

Published in "Coming Home: Learning to Actively Love this World"

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