Look.
Revelation underfoot
And overhead,
Within
And without,
Cycle
And system,
Adaptation and
Resolute resistance,
Wind-whipped ocean
And aspen dance.
Listen.
Lightning
And thunder,
Sizzling fire
Of new earth,
Blue whale
And bird song,
Thundering hoofbeats
and hail from the sky,
Water spilling
past rocks and high places.
Breathe
Night blooming jasmine
and lavender lilac,
Cinnamon stick
And orange blossom,
Rain soaked air
And nighttime heat.
Puppies
and children at play,
Crisp air
Of mountain pass,
Salt spray
and desert dryness,
Oak fire
and incense cedar.
These illuminate,
Speak,
And carry the scent
Of something far bigger,
Much grander,
Ever richer.
Indeed,
We see the broken,
Hear the hard,
Inhale the bitter,
But to say that these define our world,
And shape the edges of existence...
No.
No, we must not let our senses dull
And fail to notice,
Interpret,
Give thanks for
the sight, sounds, and taste of all that is good.
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 1:45 PM UTC
Look.
Revelation underfoot
And overhead,
Within
And without,
Cycle
And system,
Adaptation and
Resolute resistance,
Wind-whipped ocean
And aspen dance.
Listen.
Lightning
And thunder,
Sizzling fire
Of new earth,
Blue whale
And bird song,
Thundering hoofbeats
and hail from the sky,
Water spilling
past rocks and high places.
Breathe
Night blooming jasmine
and lavender lilac,
Cinnamon stick
And orange blossom,
Rain soaked air
And nighttime heat.
Puppies
and children at play,
Crisp air
Of mountain pass,
Salt spray
and desert dryness,
Oak fire
and incense cedar.
These illuminate,
Speak,
And carry the scent
Of something far bigger,
Much grander,
Ever richer.
Indeed,
We see the broken,
Hear the hard,
Inhale the bitter,
But to say that these define our world,
And shape the edges of existence...
No.
No, we must not let our senses dull
And fail to notice,
Interpret,
Give thanks for
the sight, sounds, and taste of all that is good.
A little late for Earth Day...but what is a few days to the earth? Feedback welcome on poem.