God Says Yes To Me

by Kaylin Haught

I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic
and she said yes
I asked her if it was okay to be short
and she said it sure is
I asked her if I could wear nail polish
or not wear nail polish
and she said honey
she calls me that sometimes
she said you can do just exactly
what you want to
Thanks God I said
And is it even okay if I don’t paragraph
my letters
Sweetcakes God said
who knows where she picked that up
what I’m telling you is
Yes Yes Yes

“God Says Yes To Me” by Kaylin Haught, from The Palm of Your Hand. © Tilbury House Publishers, 1995. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)

Last Sunday I shared an ee cummings poem which also made the word yes into a voice of god. I love the irreverence in Kaylin Haught’s “God Says Yes To Me”, today’s Writers’ Almanac selection. It was a great way to start what turned out to be a very full Sunday, without much chance for reflection or reverance. Good to come home to it tonight and to take a few minutes to share it here with you.

Happy Sunday night. Enjoy the parallel with ee cummings, which I found last week not in Writers’ Almanac, but on facebook. Here is the first stanza, which reminds me just a bit of today’s WA poem

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

Tonight we had dinner at Busboys and Poets, so I’ll close with the Langston Hughes’ Poem on the back of our waiter’s t-shirt. Nice dinner with kids and sister and mom, finished with just the women and a decaf latte for me, roibois for the sister, chamomile for the mom, while kids escaped to other things. This poem was one of the first I enjoyed as a young teacher working with kids at the Fayerweather Street School, where my lead teacher introduced at least a poem a week for the kids (and me) to get to know.

Dreams
by Langston Hughes
Hold fast to dreams 
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.


Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
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