Grace and Peace to you.
April 1: a foot of thick snow.
May heaven’s April fool jokes
continually beset you;
may the fickle drifts of your mastery
pile up, and melt,
but only after you shovel them;
may the treasures of earth
awaken your flesh and invite you to dance;
may unexpected blessings
weigh upon you, change your plans,
soak in deep, and make things green.
May you never need to know
too far in advance.
May you be ambushed by grace,
and always more astonished than not.
May every squall return you
to the fleeting moment
and whisper: Watch.
This won’t last long.
as a front of unpredictability sweeps away
a high pressure zone of control,
with increasing powerlessness
and occasions of “being at the mercy of.”
Expect high humility, and accumulations
of 6 to 10 inches of surrender.
Copyright © Steve Garnaas-Holmes