There is no such thing as the Poop Fairy
God, you are not the Poop Fairy
you do not clean and bag my messes
just because I ask forgiveness.
You call me to apologize
for the mean word, the betrayal,
and to seek reconciliation.
You call me to attempt
restitution as I can
in for my personal unkindness
and deeds in which I am complicit
however they arise.
You call me to absorb retaliation,
to mend what is broken
without abandoning my own truth.
You do not keep me on a leash,
though sometimes I want to be told
where to sit, when to “stay,”
how to win “best of agility.”
But I ask you to teach me
with the holy spiritual techniques
of an obedience training
that reminds me
it gives me real joy to live guided by love.
(photo, neighborhood sign, South Street, Portsmouth, NH)
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Maren C. Tirabassi with Maria Mankin have just edited the chapbook, “Pitching our Tents: Poetry of Hospitality,” in support of the Peace Cathedral in Tbilisi, Republic of Georgia and she blogs at gifts in open hands at wordpress dot com.
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