Upon the flesh of the living, a blessing.
On the outside, on the inside. Yes, give thanks,
say prayer, though the world will strip bare
all that is covered, one day turning upon the other,
the peeling away of each season.
These are the certainties: to seed and to harvest,
to tend and to consume. Want and life.
To realize upon the barren, upon the rock,
things will one day grow, become fertile,
and then drought and fire, then flood and silt.
Over and over. Give blessing, give blessing
upon the flesh. The distant spring, the coming summer.
The lives of all of us in this our life.