precious

On every falling peak of every rising mountain,
In every gentle whisper of the dauntless wind,
In every powerful wave that caresses the sand,
In every slithering flame of every honest fire,
I have breathed purpose.

Would I not care so much deeper for a life?

Into every soft petal of each intoxicating flower,
In every rugged wing of the gentle birds of the sky,
In every thunderous cry of every placid whale song,
In every dancing stalk of wheat in the golden fields,
I have crafted life.

Would I not love a human life greater than these?

Into every small blood cell in every guiding vein,
In each brilliant brain cell in every thriving mind,
In every protective cell of all glowing skin,
In every reviving breath in every determined lung,
I have forged viability.

Will you not see that all of you are magnificently great?

In every straightforward thought circulating through a wandering mind,
In every passionate heartbeat of a restful heart,
In every leap and whirl of a wayward soul,
In every sense of brilliance and beauty,
I have created love.

Will you not see that every life is miraculous?

Shattered and abandoned like so many pebbles,
Ignored for the gold that it was,
Spat and splattered like poisonous oils,
The wine wasted away once again.

Do you not see how precious?

Every life on this earth is filled with a purpose,
Every breath brimming with incense,
Every heartbeat sounding with trumpets,
Every body riddled with jewels,
Every thought as important as a wise man’s,
Every love as deep as a mother’s.

From my own hands, I have molded you,
Not just the wise and the powerful,
Not just the rich and the mysterious,
Not just the entertaining and the exciting,
But every beggar child you pass by,
Every old man soiled on the street,
Every single mom living in a tent with her kids,
Every grandma and grandson killed by a bomb,
Every neighbor shot dead,
Every brother stabbed in the back.

Everyone void of peace,
Everyone completely unheard,
Everyone different from yourself,
Everyone seen as an object.

Every baby left in a trash can,
Every soldier lost in the dirt,
Every spouse waiting at home on the sofa,
Every orphan destroyed by disease,
Every family abused by sick greed
Every civilian caught in the crossfire,
Every human with better plans.

And I know there are better plans,
For I have set in place miracles,
I have brewed love beyond your imaginings.

My heart is shredded every time
A life is tossed away like an empty can,
Too many lives like so many pieces of garbage.

Can you not reach out and touch the dreams,
Open the doors for the hopes to run wild?
Would you not rather set free
Than contain these things, and take captive?

For in every door you close,
In every dream you abandon or destroy,
Your freedom disintegrates,
Your own soul becomes captive.

In every decimation, in every waste,
There is a destruction of the good.
No matter what the reason,
No matter what the urge,
The ruination of miracles,
Of whole life, of love,
Is a wrongdoing beyond vindication.

Life is precious.