You can breathe this day,
yet have the gall to tell me
that there is no god?

Aromatic blooms,
life is stirring everywhere,
open up to joy.

Lie down on the earth,
spread eagle, navel to sky,
greet the ancient sun.

Germinate, seedling,
bud, grow, photo synthesize,
rise above your din.

© Carlos Chagall, 2013