Like the mist clearing on a summer morn,
You wend your way, silky-smooth, newly-born,
The dew shimmering above the thorn
And all is ablaze.
Like the world waking up in a hum of sound,
Your voice vibrates across the sun-drenched ground,
Terror’s chains broken, forever unbound
And here I stand, amazed.
A day like any other,
Miracles sing in the gifts of presence.
Billowing grass stroked by wind’s fingers.
Clouds scuttling across sky’s flighty canvas.
Birdsong springing in a melodious flow.
A day in which to observe
That to feel is better than to know.
The heart is a sponge
Soaked in summer’s glow,
Hungry for love.
Of all the earth
A morning draped in mist.
Waves hugging the seashore.
Weariness unclenching its fist.
Crows surfing the biting breeze.
Rocks rising in sudden sharpness.
I thought how sweet it is to live.
Voices steeped in buoyant laughter.
Man’s folly is easy to forgive.
Gullsong burning the clammy air.
The sun waits, eager to share.
Roaring winds sharpen the senses
In a swell of surging fury –
Drifting, shifting, sifting;
Gladdened hands offer prayers
Enveloped in mists of love.
Isn’t life beautiful when we stand back and reflect upon the beauty of it all? Isn’t life brimming with possibility when we throw away our fears? Isn’t life magical when we realise the blessings we have? Isn’t life exquisite when we raise a cup to the wonder of now? Isn’t life majestic when we dance alone or with friends? Isn’t life resplendent when we drink in the view from the top of a mountain? Isn’t life sublime when we create splendour out of chaos? Isn’t life swell when we give with unfettered joy? Isn’t life grand when we take the hand of someone we love and look at the innumerable stars? Isn’t life great? Isn’t life sweet? Isn’t life beautiful?
Season to season
The hungry soul fed by