You are the sea breeze,
Refreshing, at ease.
You are fragrant peace
You are the sunrise,
You are the sunset,
A nook, a book, blessed.
You are the peak
Crested in colour.
You are the vista,
An unclouded picture.
You are the unsaid,
Mysteries to be read.
You are mud and river,
A taker, a giver.
You are fire and air,
Here, there, everywhere.
Kisses fed by toil –
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.
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.
By the light of the falls
I caught my breath, enthralled
When out of the flow there sprung
And hung a shimmering rainbow.
How moments flash with meaning.
The gifts that course like blessings.
And always the heart is leaning
Towards the source, caressing.
Roaring winds sharpen the senses
In a swell of surging fury –
Drifting, shifting, sifting;
Gladdened hands offer prayers
Enveloped in mists of love.