“Just Don’t” ~A Poem~
October 27, 2017
Don’t tell me (it’s wrong)
Don’t tell me it’s wrong
Don’t tell me the human experience
is wrong.
I won’t judge yours
and please don’t judge mine.
Any of us could combust
at any given moment
And oh, the air in my hair,
I really couldn’t care
Right now
I am blowing along
with this hill.
I can feel the music
in my chest,
Hear the thunder raging to come.
The world is so loud–
And I don’t just mean sound.
We so often seek things to drown it out,
But what if we let it swim?
Whatever you make of it–
Whatever you make
of your splendid little piece of sand on this rock–
is potentially yours.
(I’m not kidding, here:
Nothing is wrong.)
How many times
do I need to say:
We need not worry.
God will always
always
always
give you what you need.
One minute of worrying
Is more wasteful
than hours of only
being.
And so I’m convinced:
Nothing done or said
Or given
Is ever wrong.
Things happen:
And we are constantly rolling
towards a greater destination.
(Don’t tell me it’s wrong
Don’t tell me it’s wrong.)
It is silly
To worry
Or question the Power of existing.
Right now,
I am here,
You are here.
It is exactly how it ought to be.
(Because it is.)