If I were a witch, I might be good
and do the things that I think I should —
because love grows only from loving.
I’d keep my wand clean and fully charged
and see that each kindness got enlarged —
because love only grows from loving.
I’d help the homeless shelter themselves —
this just takes work, not magic or elves —
and they’d learn love does grow from loving.
I’d teach the children myths and the arts
and feed them all fresh strawberry tarts —
so they’d learn we grow best from loving.
I’d refrain from the careless sowing
of hard words and yet harder throwing
of anger that keeps love from growing.
I’m not a witch, but I am trying
to do my best, and not just crying,
because I know I can only grow
Copyright © 2000 by Jessica Macbeth. All rights reserved. This poem originally appeared in my newsletter, An Lios
After lunch today, I stopped by small local store, which sells real food. I especially like their ice cream sandwiches made with quality vanilla ice cream and delicious homemade cookies. Clutching my treat, I headed for the counter. The young lady there glanced at my “Water Is Life” #NODAPL tee-shirt, and said, “Nice shirt.” As she rang things up and handed over the change, she looked straight in my eyes and said, “Thank you for your support.”
I stood there a moment processing my thoughts, and slowly began, “You know, I totally disapprove of fracking. And I despise these curst pipelines and the people who build them.” Building up steam, I added, “I’m not a violent person, but I’d like to stomp on their toes and slap their faces with an oily dead fish!”
She looked startled and then grinned. Leaning forward on the counter, eyes twinkling, she said, “You know they’ve made a mistake when grandmothers start rioting in the street!”
I nodded and laughed and, leaning on my cane, I stomped out fiercely to the car.
I’m going to get another tee-shirt made.