I am still in a poetry mood so I thought I would share one of my favorite Marge Piercy poems today. Back when my Bookman was working the bookstore he got a bunch of promotional postcards for National Poetry Month and one of them has the final stanza from the Piercy poem “The Art of Blessing the Day.” I have kept the postcard at my desk at work both at my previous and current jobs as a daily reminder.

The poem is longish and I don’t want to overstep copyright so I won’t post the whole thing. Each stanza talks about a blessing, the blessing for rain after drought, sun after rain, for a ripe peach, for the first garden tomato and a few other everyday sorts of occurrences that we take so much for granted. The last two stanzas of the poem are as follows:

But the discipline of blessings is to taste
each moment, the bitter, the sour, the sweet
and the salty, and be glad for what does not
hurt. The art is compressing attention
to each little and big blossom of the tree
of life, to let the tongue sing each fruit,
its savor, its aroma and its use.

Attention is love, what we must give
children, mothers, fathers, pets,
our friends, the news, the woes of others.
What we want to change we curse and then
pick up a tool. Bless whatever you can
with eyes and hands and tongue. If you
can’t bless it, get ready to make it new.

I like this poem not only because it reminds me that blessings come daily in many forms, but also because it reminds me that if there is something that I don’t like it is my responsibility to do something about it. Complaining doesn’t fix anything so I had better be ready to pick up a tool and do something to contribute to a solution instead being part of the problem. The poem is a little shot of inspiration.

You can read the full poem in either What Are Big Girls Made Of? or The Art of Blessing the Day: Poems with a Jewish Theme both collections by Marge Piercy.

Do you have a poem you find particularly inspiring?

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