The Canarsee, then the Dutch
The English, then the Continentals
The Liberty Enlightening, then Her
1919’s newest native
Born to hope-filled immigrants
First-born Grecian blood
Taught how souls are one with land
Detest the thievery, love the thief
Gave me new-world Explorer’s eyes
Revolutionized, thus, Liberated me
My hair flowing out her crown
I call her fire my hometown
Manhattan girl, my whole world
‘Twas my Thanksgiving to be hers
Bid me to breathe free
Original Thought Credit: “The New Colossus,” Emma Lazarus
Afire, awaiting
Take a step back and come back
To chaos promised
He’s maniacal
Satan’s tool, manna from God
He’s maniacal
A warm rain afire
and a single note wafting
be my mountain high.
It seems I’m afire
Not the type frequently feared
Rather eternal
Construction clatter
Bulldozing, then building up
Disciples list’ning
Surprised to see the a.m. sun
Afire
Shining through
The door I’d forgotten I’d opened
Left open
To remind myself I’m alive
Praise
A part of this world
Apart from this world
And out of this world, too
Anyway, first, foremost
Tending to all the green
I thought to stop, I felt ashamed
Guilt
For all I’m giv’n, undeserved
But, my friend told me the currency
Grace
I’ll never forget
Your outstretched hand in the fire
What I thought was Love
remember the rush
the fiery assuredness
to pray from your soul?
when you at once arrived
hand and heart outstretched since before
the beginning of time
in truth, you were already gone
had already left
and were never planning to come
afterall
