Peace Be With You


Does it suit you to laud it over others the free reign you have been given to do and say whatever, whenever? I have a message for those who scoff at common human decency. We all are a little crazy. We all have something that we think, do or say that would offend someone, somewhere. Consciously or not, we all contribute to suffering. Maybe that is why all the sages of all the ages agree that peace is an inside job.

Celebrate Leftovers

Be wary of the obvious.

Know that the best bits

Aren’t found on the surface.

Dig deeper in search of the
Grillade on the grits,
The confetti after the explosion,
The crumbs leftover when the cake is gone.

Real beauty lies in the
Small bits that remain
After the party is over.
Be willing to claim the unsavory bits

Let them linger on your tongue.

The deeper truths
Can only be discovered
With the practiced, yet instinctive

Navigational skill of your inner pigeon.

To locate them in the cavernous maze
Of justification and rationalization

Disguised as your life
Distracted by your successes and failures,

To distinguish the finest details of the

Artist’s brush stroke that created the

Most authentic bits of you,
Eagle sight is needed.

Don’t settle for shallow sight.

Hear the discordant song and create a new one

That only you and the owl can hear.
If the cobra sways while you glean the

Leftover crust of your unleavened life

So be it. Dance to that song.
Know your leftover bits and celebrate them all.

© 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.

2 thoughts on “Peace Be With You”

  1. body{font-family: Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:9pt;background-color: #ffffff;color: black;}Beautiful!


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