(We’re focusing on poetry in my writing class this week. I haven’t written anything share-worthy yet, so I thought I’d post this treasured poem written by my brother and given to me in July, 1988. I was in graduate school and just starting out as a therapist.)
Ode to a Third Shift Messiah*
On Her Way to Work
*Therapist for Broken Revolutionaries
taste the deep dust,
feel a need.
Look in a mirror
see a guardian of dignity,
see a savior of pride.
Accept this power.
Go out to a field,
hold fast to your courage.
Let your eyes preach the gospel,
let your words work great miracles.
Be a prayer.
As ashen arrivals ride down from the sky,
and songs of descending bond with the night.
Photo credit: Werner Kunz, via Flickr, Creative Commons