The Reclamation of the Land

I rejoice that the land is going back.It is being claimed by the owls And by the finches,By the little birdsAnd by the great big bears.For it appears that despite the grasping hands,That the pebbles fall between the fingers.For the time is up.The lease has been reclaimedAnd soon, it will be turned loose to the wild ones Who have no other place to go. But fear not, It’s just the land you haven’t used.You won’t miss it when it’s gone.You may even rejoiceTo be spared the taxes.For a curse is decreed upon the land.Hear it, oh people! I say again,A curse is decreedUpon the land.And nowBehold the One who watches over sparrowsCome to give homes to thoseWithout holes. Behold, He comes With lightning in His hand.And there is no way to cling anymore To anything but that which you most cherish,So choose well.