Song of the Builders ( After Mary Oliver )

We are humankind, all of us
living various levels of experience—  
growing consciousness as bones.  
Some are fractured, broken  
scarred by choice or accident—  
others, solidly intact.  
We do not master response  
as much as approach —  although  
it is not the latter that generates war  
but the former alone.  
If I say, Strike my cheek    
do it, that I may judge  
how much I have built  
upon the foundation of Love  
by turning the other too—   
or, how far I still need to go.      
Written by Ahavati
Published | Edited 30th Jan 2019
Author's Note
Non-entry for the 'Bone' comp:
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