Ancestral blessings

I bless the ancestors
whose foresight,
all those many years ago,
resulted in these lovely parks --
brief respite from the wild entangled grays
of concrete, cement and asphalt;
from the noisy competition
of neon and billboards.
They speak to us of simpler times
when nature was merely tamed --
not eradicated --
and beauty was a gift to be shared --
not hoarded --
and even the walkways underfoot
could serve as a blessed reminder
of Divine Balance.


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