BLESS THE ANIMALS OUR RELATIVES
Does anyone realize
Anymore
That the word animals
Comes from word anima
Meaning soul,
The prime animating force...
Animation...
The life force...
Leaping and jumping,
So alive.
For years
Some have insisted
Animals have no souls.
This cannot be right...
Otherwise animals would
Be named the non-anima
Instead of dear anima-ls.
We can no longer
enjoin debates, rather,
we would spend that time
soul on soul, for we see
Humans have souls.
Animals have souls.
... and we ought mention
also trees and butterflies
and mountains and
starry night sky...
anything that causes us
the goodness of awe,
has a soul...
anything, anyone
who causes other souls
to pour love & tenderness.
A Soul knows a Soul
when it sees one.
Period. The End. Return.
(ENORMOUS affirmative chorus
of bleating, woofing, cawing, mewing,
meowing, mooing, squeaking, huffing,
stomping, singing, winging, roaring
in the background...
and that is just the humans...
thence comes in on second bar
the ENORMOUS affirmative chorus
of calling, talking, murmuring, laughing,
cheering, yodeling, nattering, chattering,
humming, drumming harumphing, thrumming
of the anima-ls...
so much so,
and in such cacophonous harmony
one can hardly any longer tell
which song belongs to which soul.
Just right.)
Poem: "Bless The Animals Our Relatives," from La Pasionaria, The Bright Angel, Collected Poems of Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estés