What My Time Is For
To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
All pray in their distress.
-- William Blake
The crows come tumbling
out of the treetops and chase a redtail
high up into the shifting airs,
raccoons pull the slats out of porch louvers,
and the cat paws curiously, delicately
at the moving images on the monitor.
They do all this moved by
the love of God and in the hope of
I will never apologize for loving you.
I will never think it was the wrong thing to do.
If it is complicated and difficult
that makes it like calculus
and knitting and programming computers
which are other things
I am not ashamed of.
I will never apologize for loving anybody
I will never stop loving anybody
I will never say my heart stops here.
Love is not tidy. It does not color
inside the lines. It gives money to beggars
whether they are going to buy
a sandwich or a bottle of wine.
I do not ask for justice and I do not offer it.
I ask for love and mercy
which are what I am willing to give
and what I hope to receive.
They say that if we don't hold people
to a standard then there will be no telling
the difference between a bad person
and a good person. And I say yes,
you're right. You're exactly right.
And we'll be forced to love the one
as much as the other: which is
what God told us to do.
You apologized for taking my time.
You don't understand, I said. You
are what my time is for.