Golden glory of sunrise
Remind me
Existence is a miracle thrice
That there is something to observe at all
That there is something to observe it all
And that I am both those somethings
Golden glory of sunrise
Remind me
Existence is a miracle thrice
That there is something to observe at all
That there is something to observe it all
And that I am both those somethings
In the midst
Of expansive glory
She finds wonder
In the smallest
Little things
It is that smallest
Little thing
About her
I love
Most
Celebrate the joy
Shared with friends
On an adventure
Making a meal
Out of life
A trickle
Where sometimes a flood
In a land grown thirsty
While from the sun falls
Torrents of heat
And light
In a valley
Deeper than shadow
The little window
In the northern wall
Through which the lovely light falls
When the drapes aren’t closed
Sometimes
I feel a presence
Out of the corner of my eye
Some one
Some thing
Looking out for me and mine
I turn to look
But it’s never there
But there enough to know
The universe is benevolent
Even if not all its children are
Sometimes
Even in the darkest times
All I need
To keep me grounded
Is a centre line
Through open country
This ominous sky
This cataclysm of cloud
Sinister storm
Unleashed on a landscape
Unapologetically lethal
The exquisite beauty
Of furious nature
And I
Defiant
Steadfast in the wind
Rain pelting flesh
Breathe in all that might
Make the power my own
Become the desert
And the storm
Find the darkness
In the light
And the light
In the darkness
Angry sky
Above vacant land
Allows a torrent
That never satisfies
For the land
Is always thirsty
We inĀ our little windows
Of shared wonders
Bathed in common light
While some seek the shadows
To discover glories unknown
Then bring them into the light for all