Monday, April 22, 2019

"How Shining and Festive..."

It seems too ordinary to write about
Morning sunlight
On leaves

Yet there's not a whit of ordinariness to it
If you but still yourself
And pay attention

To the shades of green, from lime to almost black
The light transparency of some
The heavy opacity of others

To the odd variety of depth and pattern and shape
Flat layers, bunchy clumps
Hanging cascades

To the trembling flutters that move in waves
The lung-filling freshness
The shimmering hugeness.

The extraordinary wonder of it all
Is as close as I get to prayer
And recalls a poem

I once read, if I can find it...I did!
Surprised me then, too
The nod to prayer
                                        ~dkm

Look and See
by Mary Oliver

This morning, at waterside, a sparrow flew
to a water rock and landed, by error, on the back
of an eider duck; lightly it fluttered off, amused.
The duck, too, was not provoked, but, you might say, was
laughing.

This afternoon a gull sailing over
our house was casually scratching
its stomach of white feathers with one
pink foot as it flew.

Oh Lord, how shining and festive is your gift to us, if we
only look, and see.