Psalm 0

To marauding magpies fighting their battles
with machine-gun squawks at first light
I say Yes.

To wasps defending their paper lanterns
with angry buzzes and piercing stings
I say Yes.

To thunder storms black with promise
turning dry earth to drowning mud
I say Yes

To Memory's daughters demanding their tithe
of dance and verse and story and science
I say Yes

To the old grey widow-maker with swelling tides
qui a bercé mon coeur pour la vie
I say Oui

To the soul-wrenched cry of a world in pain
for feeding and healing and justice and love
I say Yes

To saxophones, smart phones, eclairs and steaks
and Gherkins and Shards and portraits and flags
I say Yes

To seekers, believers, deniers and doubters
to those loved by millions, or loved by just one
I say Yes

To the straight and the gay, and the trad and the trans
and the whole rainbow spectrum, with pride
I say Yes

To the clever or not, the Bolt or the Snail,
the Diva, the Corncrake, the Star or the Grip
I say Yes