IF I HAD WINGS

It is raining. I am not permitted to bring back the Sun.

I have no power.

Consider the lilies.

Their beauty is power.

I keep searching for my power.

Consider my eyes. They have power.

Their power is my joy.

I keep searching.

I have no power of my own source.

Consider the seasons: Summer winter spring and fall.

Their power is in my many moods.

The power of food-

How convenient. My teeth rejoice.

Consider Doctor Rabinowitz- compassionate power.

I have no power except with all of you.

Let it rain.

Collective power distilled divinely,

let the earth rejoice.

Power is the chain of souls.

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