When
I speak of My House
My
Street
My
Neighbors
My
Children
My
Cat, My Dog, or the Birds in My Yard
I
am commenting as a thief.
Innocently
so, and yet….
These
things are, none of them,
Mine.
For
a short time I might embrace them, admire them, chase them, hug them,
Clean
them, shun them, break them, mend them.
All
these things are simply on loan
For
my use, while I’m here;
And
when I leave
I am
expected to leave them in good condition,
Unharmed,
repaired, cleaned up, left in their proper place.
The
Mother allows us to borrow, make use of her things and
Treat
her with respect and love.
She
gives; we are to give back.
We
have learned to kill and maim and sunder and sully.
We
have tarnished, defiled, raped and stolen.
We
are beggars, not choosers.
She
will charge us with interest we cannot remit.
We
are the stealing borrowers; borrowing thieves.
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