Eyes to the Sky

I was not born to grovel

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Eyes to the Sky

As often as I bowed in gratitude,
in awe, in humility, I now

open my palms to the sky
head tipped back

to commune with the sun
who made me;

I was not born to grovel.

I can say no and yes
acquiesce or not comply

the choice is mine
and also yours, for

none of us came here to crawl forever,
our presence a living apology—

No.

They would like us to forget
our origin,

what we are made of,
who we really are.

Eyes to the sky, if you dare,
lean back, arms outstretched—

Yes

to your divinity,
to a power unfettered;

let that gesture be your gratitude,
your awe, your humility,

and bow no more.

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