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I sometimes let my self get caught up in dooms-day rhetoric. Woe is the world! I forget to look past the ignorance into the heart of the matter. What is really happening? Systems are failing. Belief is informed by circumstance. What can we learn from our mistakes? Are we wise enough to rebuild systems that work for everyone? Can we be peacemakers in spite of the rhetoric? Is God at work here, giving us a chance to press the restart button?

May Day Prayer

May the day come when

All that May Day heralds is

The blooming of the human spirit,

Not the booming of warship cannons and

Bombastic politicians.

Let the celebration of sacred creation

Inspire our dancing.

Let the lilies and roses

Plaster a new path where

Common, human decency

Reigns queen.

Let the sonnet be

Written in love letters not

Gutless, bathroom stall insults.

May Day!

May Day!

This ship is sinking.

Where are the Peacemakers?

Still dancing around the Maypole.

© 2016 Bessie Adams Senette

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Bessie Senette

Bessie Senette is nine and a half months pregnant waiting on the birth of Cutting the Clouds: a Bayou Mystic’s Poems, Musings, and Imaginings – an autobiographical collection of poems and essays about the life and culture of her bayou upbringing and the spirituality that informs her traditional healing gifts. 
A high-spirited, creative, solemn, and above all joyous woman, she celebrates her birthday for the entire month of August, otherwise known as the Besstival. Anyone born in August is welcomed as a Besstivite. The High Feast day of the Besstival (Bessie’s actual birthday) is known as the Besstiva. 

When her Muse is not in the mood to muse, she cooks. Bessie’s home is an oasis of hospitality, and yet her husband, Tom, calls it a fortress of solitude. Somehow it works. She works as a supplemental grandmother and primary Mimsie to Eden and Noah, five grand pups and one cat. 
As an ordained minister, she officiates an ecumenical liturgy for a small congregation of like-minded and just “slightly” wacky folk who are lovingly referred to as the Bessbyterians. 
Bessie is a polydactyl poet, born with six toes on her left foot. Some of her friends think she should have a reality TV show but she insists that it would have to be an UnReality show. All are certain the ratings would be astronomical.

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