Illustration by Adam Garvey
Lord: if you are indeed above us / Benevolent, Present, Listening / I don’t beg for mercy on my soul / have mercy on our earthly bodies broiling under an unforgiving sun / That we are ushered through these trying, unprecedented times before we must return to ash / Back to the Earth / Before one day being engulfed by a heavenly body in celestial moments before it explodes.
Give us the gift of being present for our short time on Earth / With Earth / A blink for the audacity we have to be here / We have taken up too much space in too short of time, who do we think we are? / Forgive us. / I’m begging you to forgive us.
Let us dance, feel, celebrate the rarity of this fleeting life before we return to stardust in the cosmos / Let us usher our descendants in for a good time.
It’s a finite life with Frail Bones, Rigid Muscles, Tender Skin that we fool ourselves into believing invincible until age sinks in / before we give into what we’ve come to know as that “good night” and stop raging against the dying of the light.
I don’t ask for much. I do ask for now.
How can I do so when I look around? / For every pound of flesh I ingest / For every left on switch / For every gas trip / For every trip / For every trash day.
I look around / My G-d What Have We Done? / Baruch et Adonai….
