His eyes could see
His mouth could taste
His body could feel
Leaves in the trees
Blew gently
The wind offered freedom
Blue below
And around
Yellow warmth from the East
Perfect.
Morning hunger sang
A voice calm and silent
On the branch
Over the lake
Waiting.
Small ripples
Too small
Loud sounds ruin focus
Intruder interrupts
Waiting, again.
Pass the waves, and White
Patient stillness.
- - -
Loud sounds gone
Morning hunger calm
Curious current offered freedom
Blue around
And above
Yellow green Northeast
Pleasant.
Plump with energy
Instinct tells him to jump
Gracefully eager
Big ripples.
- - -
There.
Wings stretch six feet
Diving fast through crisp air
Swoop and snatch
Back to branch
Satisfaction.
Beautiful and bold
He calls this home
A wonder to the rest
A question
A sight
We wait for a glance
Seconds long
And dance
Around ideas and thoughts
Memories of light
Eagerly jumping
Many ripples.
Thoughtful! Profoundly Mystical! Made me think of this poem from my notebook.Funky Grampa
ReplyDeleteEvery
Child
Has known God,
Not the God of names,
not the God of don’ts,
Not the God who ever does anything weird,
But the God who only knows four words
And keeps repeating them, saying:
“Come dance with Me.”
Come
Dance.