bless the men with wounds so deep
they bleed from the spears in their sides,
driven in their ribs by their own hands,
carved from the voices, the ghosts, the darkness.
bless the women just the same.
bless mother nature as she shakes her snow globe –
furiously kissing everything she touches
with her shimmering flakes.
bless the hearts that ache for the sun
and age with each new fallen
blanket of white.
bless the sadness that falls like rain
down hills of fleshy cheeks,
and bless the hours upon hours
of uninterrupted television watching.
bless the foolish dances to the Fabulous Four
socks sliding across linoleum, kitchen floors.
bless the appreciation of the moment
bless the friends who show up
who create traditions, a way of saying –
“I’ll always show up.”
“I’ll always be here.”
“Come to me just as you are.”
and bless me for believing them,
that I am enough, just as I am.
bless my love for you
which knows no bounds.
bless the mind that wanders
to fantastical places –
the Himalayan Mountains
with the man who makes me love myself
when I am with him.
bless the man for it –
for who he is, as he is now.
bless the demons that burrow inside of him,
the ones he fights daily, refusing to stop.
bless him. bless him. bless him!
bless the characters created
and bless the escape into their love
and the journey of finding it.
the starting friendship,
and shared morning breakfasts.
late night conversations
the screen light reflecting in their glasses.
the want dripping between them
I can feel their flames.
bless the feelings of heat
of the ink that pours out of me –
waterfalls of passion
bleeding out like spread sheets
drenched in sweat
as love and passion
escapes from my pen,
bleeds into their souls,
bless the vice that eases
the woman’s aching stomach,
hips and back,
to thirty-one days.
bless the emotional roller coaster ride –
crying at St. Jude commercials.
laughing at the roadrunner
who outsmarts the coyote,
for the hundredth time.
bless Justin Long for his performances;
Zerk and Junior never fail
to make me laugh.
bless the laughter that pours out –
rainbows of giggles
thunderstorms of cackles.
bless the souls that refuse to stop feeling –
the pain, taking it and twisting it
time and time again
until it becomes easier to inhale,
becomes easier to exhale.
until the sting becomes a bite.
bless the heart that helps the soul to heal,
refusing to cause the same pain
that was inflicted.
hearts that free the wolf that lives inside
to feed it until it sleeps.
bless the balance, the yin, and the yang –
mountains of hope,
oceans of pain.
bless the growing, and learning
and knowing of self.
bless the herb that awakens
all that’s within –
the sound waves,
bless the mouths that speak out
for what is right
and not what is popular –
those with millions of eyes which follow
and those whom nobody knows.
bless the comforts of familiar old friends –
movies that carry us back in time,
songs that bring back images of moments
that squeeze our hearts,
and books that pour out the writers art
through our eyes.
bless everything under the sun
that helps mend the seams
when they start to come undone.
bless the acceptance of all that is now
and embracing what comes
as best we know how.