Choose

Earth was created

so that creatures could say

“Thank You.”

Angels are not this lucky.

They serve without choice,

like God's crystal wristwatch.

But you may freely take

the form of the bee

or the rose,

the seed or the furrow.
Remain a grape,
or get crushed.

You may become a flame

or a wick, a nipple

or a baby's lips,
become the wine or cup,

the stranger at the door

or the host who says,

"Come in, friend,

drink and get warm,

then tell me your name."

The part you choose
in this world doesn't matter

as long as you dissolve

into a golden arrow

shooting upward,

returning your portion of Light

to the fountain of stars.