There is a poem vivid in my imagination. It awakes memories of the colorful people that define so many of my experiences. This poem is a celebration of what it is to be living, breathing, a flesh and blood human. This poem is “I Sing the Body Electric” by Walt Whitman. Whitman writes not about the abstract term “humanity”. He writes instead about the real, raw experience of being in the presence of people. In his words is an appreciation of all people and the image of God in each of their bodies and souls, whether he knew it or not. Whitman also didn’t know it but he wrote this poem about my family.
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by Andy Wagner
Love is such a humbling thing
Like water, supple and soft
Quiet or talkative
Drink it in you’re sure to be refreshed
Become immersed and you will surely drown
Like love, water comforts as well as strikes
Either as a flood carrying off a mountain
Or slowly carving
Love can humble
But it is met with such opposition
We know we must practice it
But we don’t understand it at all
Subconsciously we resist it
And like the mountains
We are carved into
by Andy Wagner
Let the tear hit the ground
It’s done now, and there’s no going back
The only way up is kneeling down
Bow before guillotine
In those moments before death
What we call life
We just stare at the ground
Knowing it’s our fate
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