Robert E. Kogan  

poetry, U.S.A.

Blessed Is

And the island,
And the Island,
And the island.

We met in Ponape, a collective child of God's
just three years old.
Learning, understanding, growing--
seeking help and guidance
just three years old.

We came from the East and Western Carolinas,
The Marshall and the Mariana islands,
above and on the sea:

And the sea.
And the sea,
And the sea.

Secure in the knowledge the a Plan
For our five year future would
guide us, protect us,
and make us brilliant stars.

And the refuge,
And the refuge,
And the refuge.

On Saturday night
the children of Ponape met with us--
and the youth and the trusting--
and the children of Ponape met with us,
to learn with us,
to love with us,
and we gave our heart.

And the heart,
And the heart,
And the heart.

A sheet was placed over the entrance of the Nahs
to serve as a screen
where the mention of God could be made.

And the house,
And the house,
And the house.

Some of us sat outside of the Nahs,
Those who spoke cast a shadow on the screen,
and we could only see their shadow.
The words they spoke were heard quite well,
but we could only see their shadow.

And the place,
And the place,
And the place.

And all words are in the books,
and we hear quite well.
And His shadow embraces all,
embraces the collective child of God's
Just three years old.

"Blessed is the spot...where mention of God has been made,
and His praise, Glorified."