If I call myself Beloved
I cannot trade my life for trinkets.
I must not pursue more than my due.
I may not treat my body like a dumpster.
If I call the stranger Beloved
I cannot smash his head with a bat.
I must remove my hand from his pocket.
I may not force myself on his wife.
If I call the earth Beloved
I cannot mine her oceans.
I must not poison her air.
I may not abuse her wildlife.
Beloved,
I become one with the moth on the screen,
the mouse in its nest, the hawk in
the sky.
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A beautiful poem Cindy. If we all could only live that way.
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