By Jen Hunt in honor of Lashawnda Mccarty, on her graduation from an associate's degree in Human Services from Rasmussen
When Lashawnda writes
The phrase “Be Bless”--
If I confess,
A teeny tiny part of me
May want to change the tense
But what if it’s not
An adjective amiss
A benediction or
Appeal to quaintness
But a charge, or rather
Two, paired in one truth?
Number one: Be
Number two: Bless
How to describe a woman who
Glows from within,
Who never expires
No matter the wind?
A burning bush
Isn’t noted for what it destroys
Or ash left behind
But for light without soot
From an endless fuel
How does she do it?
Be. Bless.
First she “be”-s
Then she blesses
Two verbs, yet
One precedes
A burning bush needn't go anywhere
It can stay
That’s one way to glow
Stay still
Or
Move--
That works, too
For that, there's
God on the Go
Fire, then
Cloud, then
Fire some more
Whatever the need
God’s there, core and skin
No, the burning bush isn’t remembered
For ash left behind
But for energy sure
That never expires
In truth, the burning bush cannot be
Remembered
It just is
Because Jehovah is
The I Am Who I Am
Lashawnda--
Whether she stays
Or goes--
Carries that same fire inside
Ever-strong, solid and
Fueled from within
She. Just. Is.
So,
Be Bless
My cherished friend
Enjoy the ride!
Jesus’ Truly,
Jen
