The title and eight verses that follow are taken directly from
the manuscript of The Wine and Cheese Miracles.
It’s co-authors fancy its pages as fictional nonfiction,
in itself … a miracle.
A DEDICATION … TO HUMANITY
Dedicated to a humiliatingly humbled humanity, the essence of every man, woman
and child ever created in His Holy image;
more than any other word, it defines us. Ere we were African, we were human.
Knowledge and language, span our … stages.
Dedicated to a Mother Earth, desecrated; a God-given light, in a rock,
in a bubble, within a vast abyss, become by
His power, our home; become, by our ignorance, landfill, toilet, and earthenware crock.
Both Earth and humanity live, but to someday, by and by … die.
Dedicated to the ninety-nine percent, jumbled, who toil for scraps from the banquets
of the percent whom justify their entitlement
as God-given; and to those of the percent too, whom share the mindset that our planet
begs more sustenance, and less … armaments.
Dedicated to the exasperated one percent of us whom, to some degree,
worry re global prospects and/or work towards our
expiation; and to those of the ninety-nine percent too, whom, disconnected, see
not forests’ vastness, for trees that … tower.
Dedicated to the one hundred percent that are only apparently powerless
and may expand their carbon imprints … positively.
Dedicated to our individual purposes within God’s plan for us,
to duly evolve … spiritually.
Dedicated to a bigger picture that is, increasingly, coming into view
just as smaller pictures, seven billion plus surreal
realities, increasingly overwhelm us. Coming down to the wire, then, anew,
this roiling stew, our fate, does duly … seal.
Dedicated to communalism, a synonym of communism, a word heavy
with baggage. Call it what you will, working together
is the common-sense cure for what ails us. Reason, without more, shall never be
how best to get from here to … there.
Dedicated, therefore, gratefully as well, to all of the animal denizens
of this Animal Planet. Ought we not wisely learn
from the Jain, whom sweep as they walk, in rapt reverence of all of the denizens
in the circle of life. Ought we not … learn?