I’ve been told and shown of a way
That if
ushered on toward my wish
my hope of harmony and bliss
held in the cusps of my hand
through a life of unacceptable terms
patient and accommodating
silent and smiling;
waits for a sign – opportunity
Neglects the soul
-The sacred chaos that I’ve been granted -
demands an exit,
demands an entrance,
requests union with
The Universal Whisper.
Angels will chant at my bedside,
and the foul chaos
will mourn after I have died.
At which, “Granted”, she says
- Lisa Olivas
