it's so easy
it’s so easy to lose it
without noticing, your attention
driven to inattention by jobs and bills
parents and children
the heat slowly rising
-- just another frog in the pan
then suddenly -- you’re old
you notice the stars
have grown dim, the days
seem shorter, damp and cold
and all of your poems
now speak of loss
until one morning
you wake before dawn to the sound
of birds singing in the darkness
and after all this time
right there it is
you almost don’t recognize it
yet from a deeper place
you do what you once might have done
and rise
to walk barefoot over the wet grass
to feel the cool breeze on your still-warm skin
to lift your weary eyes to the first soft colors
of dawn
and you know, once again
what you certainly always have known
that here
rises the luminous face of the ecstatic child
that here rises joy
that here, after so very long
rises once again
the all-redeeming grace of wonder
and for one more glorious, completely ordinary day
you are blessed
This sings of the journey from childhood to the joys of comprehending that we can only become mature children, and the joy of discovering that precious perspective.
Just Lovely.
This sings of the journey from childhood to the joys of comprehending that we can only become mature children, and the joy of discovering that precious perspective.
thanks Bryan- appreciate the comments!