As a soaring bird does
If we could view our lives
as a soaring bird does
the details, the patterns
the changes, the repetitions
we might take pride
in the strength of our wings
anticipation in the rising of the sun
satisfaction in our work well done
and yet yearn for, far beyond
the expression of…
And other interludes
A cat at her ease
A pool without a ripple
Peace inside and out
Oh, blessed silence!
How rare it is and how precious.
We live in a world of manufactured noise,
competing with our own inner chatter
drowning out that “still, small voice”.
If for a moment we could…