The quiet stillness starts to fade
as creation prepares for a new day.
Frost and dew still cling to
grass and flowers,
ready to melt away with the coming light.
As the sun starts to rise,
the mountains sing and dance
with color and warmth.
The dark blanket of night is pulled back
to reveal the beautiful canvas
of the morning sky.
Birds chirp with delight,
announcing that the new day has arrived.
Life of the new day starts to
rise out of the precious rest
that had come with the night.
Awakening to the realities of obligations,
the rest that was gained
slowly slips away.
The beauty of the trees,
the mountains goes unnoticed.
Their songs fall on deaf ears,
their dances on blind eyes.
But they continue to dance and sing
in hope that they will be seen, heard.
Then it happens,
a sliver of time when we stop,
we look, we see.
We see the dance and
we hear the song.
Like an infant we are in awe,
seeing for the first time.
our eyes open to the beauty that surrounds us.
For that one moment
the obligations slip away.
For that one moment
we see beyond ourselves.
A smile spreads across our faces,
pure laughter rises
out of the core of our being.
Our eyes dance with delight
and we long to play,
to dance, to sing
just as the mountains and birds do.
We long for freedom from the
obligation of life,
to live in a place of constant joy.
So we linger watching creation play,
hoping that next time the moment will last longer,
the joy will remain constant.
And slowly we become blind to the dance,
deaf to the song.
Once again consumed with our obligations.
Creation continues to dance,
sing and play.
Awaiting the next time when it can help
usher in pure joy to those
the choose to see and to hear.
