Come celebrate with me, life's triumphs in our world,
rejoice in life's resilience, delight
in how it bursts again, and yet again, upon the broken scene,
surprises us and takes our breath away.
No matter what we do to earth, air, water and the rest
of life's frail systems of support, though stripped of all
it might have counted on, life bounces back and over-runs the world -
and in the over-growing it regenerates.
In every crack and corner of the world is life,
and nowhere, though we made it near to desert, do we find
that life plays truant there. Come, celebrate the weeds and nettles
that grow there, the gnats and rats and crocodiles and snakes.
Come celebrate the bounce of life, its potency in every form it knows,
the life force that is pro-life and the powers we think are anti-,
and the two, gift-wrapped together. We'll celebrate, unwrap -
and use our nous to help perfect creation.
Hand-in-hand came good and evil to this world. The life force was
no different to the rest. Come celebrate the final triumph of that life:
together see the end of human mutilation - and the back
of that which blights and bites into the life that is to be:
malaria, tuberculosis, hunger, climate change, a\myriad other wrongs
that should not be. Let's celebrate the final victory!
The theme "Celebration" was offered by Mary Mansfield at Poetry Jam http://poetryjaam.blogspot.co.uk/
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