How I Wish

How I wish my purse heavy with paper
rather than heavy with copper.

Yet, I intend not to exchange it
for diamonds and materials, no,
but to drop it in the lap of the
poor beggar who I rushed past
yesterday, and all those times before...

How I wish to know of the peace
beyond living, yet still enjoy a breath.

Yet, I intend not to know the light
and hold a timeless secret, no,
but to impede sorrow and give
the needy a reason to smile
when my ignorance smiles at them...

How I wish that my hand were His
and not inept and irrelevant.

Yet, I intend not to change the reality
which a mortal cannot grasp, no,
but to live blind and heedless
as an equal, and wish for the perfection
longed for by a fickle mind...