This Morning I Pray for My Enemies by Joy Harjo (born 1951)
And whom do I call my enemy?
An enemy must be worthy of engagement.
I turn in the direction of the sun and keep walking.
It’s the heart that asks the question, not my furious mind.
The heart is the smaller cousin of the sun.
It sees and knows everything.
It hears the gnashing even as it hears the blessing.
The door to the mind should only open from the heart.
An enemy who gets in, risks the danger of becoming a friend.
An enemy who gets in risks the danger of becoming a friend. That was my favorite line, but I question Is it really a danger to change an enemy into a friend. I guess I need an explanation. I'm fairly new to poetry, although very "veteran" when it comes to life itself. deet lewis
breathtaking...one of the most beautiful poems. Thank you Esther.