Blizzard Serenity

While walking in a blizzard’s falling snow,
I had the sense that on a cosmic scale
I am no bigger than the flakes that go
from sky heights to the ground within a gale
or wander gently to where they will lie
within a breeze in which their drop is slow,
though still their journeys, falling from the sky,
are brief as is this earthly life I know.
But though I then felt tiny cosmically,
no bigger than a falling blizzard flake,
this didn’t in that moment bother me
or fill me with an existential ache:
I sensed that God had made this gorgeous scene,
so, though my role is small, I felt serene.

Blizzard Serenity

Mario A. Pita

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Forest Pirouettes

Deep in a forest, you have danced with trees,
as though they were your partners in a ball,
twirling round each one, or, on your knees,
reaching heavenward as do they all.
And you imagined them as angels who
were celebrating God, who was the sun
that shone directly over them and you,
combining reverence and love with fun.
You didn’t mind that someone on the trail
might see and feel your forest dance was odd
as you enjoyed this break from life’s travail
to dance with angels, trees, for sunlight, God.
You dance with trees now, every chance you get
and dedicate to God each pirouette.

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Collaboration

A tree won’t brag about its ample leaves
as though it could produce them on its own
without the gift of sunlight it receives,
without which it would be inert as stone.
Yet sometimes ego trips make us believe
that we can bear the fruits we do alone,
but we find out these ego trips deceive,
and, lightless, we’d be lifeless, like a bone.
In truth, the trees and sun collaborate,
and trees don’t feel they should get all the credit,
and Love provides for all that we create,
the music, art, the books we write and edit.
Trees can’t make leaves alone. They may have tried,
but light gives life, and nothing grows from pride.

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As If

You want to live as if a God exists,
although you can’t be certain that He does,
instead of being someone who insists
their God is all there is or ever was
yet lives as if they don’t believe the fact
and gives their life to serving other masters.
You feel it’s more important how we act
since certainty has often caused disasters.
But just as plants can’t simply choose to grow
without the light and warmth that’s from the sun,
a human being can’t choose to live as though
there is a God unless indeed there’s one:
You live like God exists not since He might
but like a plant that grows because there’s light.

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Contemplative Love

You press a hand upon your chest and say
the name of someone dear to you and hold
an image of them in your heart, the way
you’d keep within a treasure chest some gold.
You say that you are them and they are you,
although it seems you’re different and apart.
You feel this separateness just isn’t true,
and two of you are one within your heart.
You deeply breathe while holding them within
and wish them every blessing with your care
and know you’re not just simply friends or kin
but mingled like the fragrances in air.
You press your hand upon your chest and pray
that love shine on your loved one like a ray.

Contemplative Love

Mario A. Pita

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Useful Salt

You say we are the salt of Earth and ask
what good is salt that has turned flavorless,
and as I see the icy streets, a task
for it occurs to me – to be a dress
on roads to keep the passing cars from slipping,
so though it’s not in use as condiment
it helps to keep pedestrians from tripping,
and has a purpose for which it is meant.
So when I am like salt that lost its flavor,
please likewise find another use for me,
though I not be like salt that one can savor,
I hope there’s something helpful I can be.
My loss of flavor may have been my fault,
but may I have more uses, as does salt.

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Pornified

It tricks you into feeling you are wanted
by sensual, attractive, lustful mates,
but in the end it leaves you hooked and haunted
each time, like fish, you take the glossy baits.
It makes you feel that you are not alone
at night when you are lying in your bed,
and you can make someone with pleasure moan
but leaves you feeling desolate instead.
But people you are looking at are real
and sacred though they’ve been objectified
to satiate the pressing drives you feel.
It’s sad for them, and you, to pictures tied.
The sacredness of life is trashed in porn.
It’s not for this that anyone was born.

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