deserves a big idea,
one you can pick up
by grasping anything
and following along the chain of life
until you have the whole of it
The dance, for example,
of leaves in the breeze —
its connection to sun-impelled currents
(heat rising, cool air swooping in)
and to the limbs, supple with water,
bending to wind and light,
and the thought shimmer
that comes from watching
Or the certain conviction
that everything, everything,
is the thought of one Mind,
moved by the same desire,
born to love every tendril,
every flicker, of life, of light,
born to bring its gifts
in gratitude and brilliance
to the day.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 15, 2016
No comments:
Post a Comment