tuesday | october 5 | 2010

mysterious benefactors.

perhaps

it comes from the master

bedroom, or perhaps it comes from

the childhood friend, or ex-something-or-other,

or maybe it's the mother standing

over a newborn's crib. or maybe it comes

from the next life. but there are

mysterious benefactors

who follow us with words

of light and life.

perhaps

we may not see (or know) them, but

their hearts remain forever entwined

with ours as they join themselves

to us by uttering our names and

shedding tears (of joy? of sorrow?)

on our behalf.

these patrons of good will are

the other cheek, the extra mile,

and the tunic also. they are

with us always, suppliant voices

who long to see us united with

the Benefactor of all as we, too, become

mysterious emissaries of beneficence.