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poem
October 2008 
It's Not the Bulb We Love, It's the Light
Posted on May 18th, 2007
by 
Blessing Conspirator
Blessing Conspirator
Seeing, in Three Pieces
Somehow we must see
through the shimmering cloth
of daily life, its painted,
evasive facings of what to eat,
to wear? Which work
matters? Is a bird more
or less than a man?
*
There have been people
who helped the world. Named
or not named. They weren't interested
in what might matter,
doubled over as they were
with compassion. Laden
branches, bright rivers.
*
When a bulb burns out
we just change it--
it's not the bulb we love;
it's the light.
~ Kate Knapp ~
(Wind Somewhere and Shade)
Somehow we must see
through the shimmering cloth
of daily life, its painted,
evasive facings of what to eat,
to wear? Which work
matters? Is a bird more
or less than a man?
*
There have been people
who helped the world. Named
or not named. They weren't interested
in what might matter,
doubled over as they were
with compassion. Laden
branches, bright rivers.
*
When a bulb burns out
we just change it--
it's not the bulb we love;
it's the light.
~ Kate Knapp ~
(Wind Somewhere and Shade)
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