For a Reason - Rebecca del Rio

[Larry Robinson]

For a Reason
 
It’s dead of night
Cinders land, light
And it begins—there. 
Here, late-afternoon, 
In the Kingdom
Of Gross National Happiness
I nap, hear, as part 
Of a dream, Fire.

I’m told that everything 
Happens for reason.
A platitude or truth?
And if true, is the reason
always good, as is implied?
Can a reason never be bad
or simply neutral? 
How can wind be good or bad?
Or fire or flood, reasonable? 
Like ash and cinders, or deep water
not wrong, not right,
just present, simply here.  

We want to believe
reason comes before, first
A Supreme Planner
creates chaos and loss,
for Its curious, glorious
purpose, transforms them into gold:
A Rumpelstiltskin god,
teaching us to trust It,
Even when cruel, pitiless or indifferent. 

What if that Planner is
Simply a planter, a benevolent farmer,
Sowing seeds of beauty and abundance?
And we, like tornadoes, fires, wars
tear out those crops,
destroying, decimating
our shared home
and the home of others?

Those dead and dying plants,
Sown so humbly, left
for our harvest, what of them?
The farmer gathers them,
piles them up to compost,
create new fertile life.
The universe never wastes.

Every failure then
seeded with success.
Every possibility
for redemption gifted.
Might that then be the reason?
 
	- Rebecca del Rio
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