Life is not a curse

Life is not a curse

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

I'm not hard, 
I'm scared.
I thought the cherry was the birch.
When the cloud cleared
I was still afraid.

At my best
I accept death
As a necessary search, wary
Of philosophies
That assign us souls but not the trees.

I want long life, yes, 
I want to plant my seed and walk the wilderness.
But not yet.
First I must just sit.

Sit and feel the pain
That keeps me sane.
Eat my meal quietly and remain
A guest
In the body I know best.

This morning in the east
The sun rose on the lake. Again
I breathed. I was blessed
And thought to say
Life is not a curse.

© 2015 Robert Ronnow

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Added on December 25, 2014
Last Updated on January 2, 2015
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