A Poem for all the Fools

[nolabear]

I wrote the following as an Easter poem originally, but have always thought it more appropriate to today.

Fool

But who will resurrect the Holy Fool?
Who will raise the wild, courageous heart
that danced around the sacraments and saints
in human garb and flawed human desire?
Who will help remind us we are not
so wonderful or terrible or lost,
but all of them at once, so utterly
without pretense that pretense becomes all—

And we can only all fall down, and weep
for who we are, for who we’re not, for who
we love and cannot save, or have, or want,
and what we cannot be, or do, or say.

But who will resurrect the Holy Fool,
the teacher who reminds us still to laugh
and thumb our noses, leer, to drop our pants
in front of God and eminence and all?

We must remember that, when life and death
are left to mysteries that stand beyond
our ken and power, we can still perform
one holy rite, and open up our mouths
and hands, uplift our hearts and cross our eyes,
and dare to laugh, and, laughing, become wise.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. My dear nolabear!

This is wonderful, and very appropriate for today!

The Holy Fool...

Perfect!

Thank you, sweetie...

:hug:

[nolabear]

2. Thanks, Peggy.

A poet's opinion means a lot.

[jus_the_facts]

3. Mind if I copy this?

....it's great and I'd like to share it! :)

[nolabear]

4. Certainly. Glad it resonated!

[jus_the_facts]

6. Thank You!

...it most certainly does! :applause:

[graywarrior]

5. Effin' awesome.