Beings

Reason Beings.
Sights for Seeing.
The view imbibed.
A toast transcribed
With wisdom.

Some small comfort.
A truth worth telling.
A plan for selling
What some might question.
Give apprehension.

So what’s the point?
Some oils anoint
And some for cooking.
Inward looking
Outward blessing.

All wounds need dressing.
So too this salad,
A benediction ballad
From gracious host.
It’s more than most would care.

But it’s sunny,
So let’s share.
Pain is funny
It doesn’t spare
The innocent.

"Peace Be With You
And for me too".
I shout to the skies.
Then all the wonder and the whys
Roar like thunder their replies.

11/28/21