The Blind Blue Boxes believed in blessings.
Because the chipped china plates and the
Cracked glass windshields are now fully
Healed, and
The blue boy bird with the broken wing is
Now able to
Fly.
The tea cup with the broken handle,
Is able to sit with it’s friends in the cabinet
Again.
The mute bird in the clock is now able to praise
The god
With a song every hour to thank him for
Giving her a voice again.
The halfway dead tulip turned
Yellow again
Because a miraculous rainfall somehow
Reached our dry desert weather.
The household fly avoided being swatted because a
Phone call interrupted a person’s trail of
Thought....
The rusty, covered in dust music player that
Screeched whenever a record
Played,
Got revived and now plays delightful tunes having the
Feet of the gazelle dance around
The chamber.
Because the shredded and tattered ball gown dresses
And top hats that needed repair, had gotten
Stitched and sewn
And colored and woven
And washed and dried
And now once more they are set back in a hanger
In case of another ball or
A moment to remember.
The light on the ceiling that had gone in a slumber
Woke up the inanimate with
A gleam of Silverlight and
The room covered in dust began to have an
Open window and is now able to
Breathe.
Oh yes, the Blind Blue Boxes believe in blessings.
