I am not sure how to find love in the face of death and loss,
or if I ever will.
But oh, how I love the wind in the trees
Green leaves and yellow blossoms
Filling the sky and falling like angels to the ground
Golden drifts of sunshine carpeting the red earth.
And how I love my daughter’s voice
Soft in the first light,
Whispering at my bedside
In the quiet sleepy hours of morning.
Or the sound of birds singing gleefully,
Calling to each other in the distance and all about me.
And how I love your face across the table from me
The rough edges of your evening beard
The soft lines of love and laughter, sadness and shame
Resting on your sun kissed skin.
And all of humanity, too
The courage of a sunset
A world ravaged by earthquake and war
A heart, opening again in spite of it all.
Is there anything to do besides this?
Anything more to desire than love for these ordinary
And yet extraordinary things?
I could spend eternity waiting
Or, instead, raise my arms to the sky
And thank the heavens for one simple moment of grace.