Misty Mountain Tops
Sunlight streams through pearly cloud-cover
onto the misty mountain tops below,
their silhouettes like layers of ragged blue paper
on a giant watercolour collage.
The sky is clear as day:
empty and open as a day
with no to-do list…
Imagine, how divine,
to just be!
The light pours down
thick beams of blessing
proclaiming the presence
of the one who sustains our very being.
The mountains respond with a silent chorus:
“Glory, glory, glory,
How good it is to simply be!”
And on my lap the baby naps,
perfectly comfortable at 4000 feet in the air
cause Mamma is there,
and no other moment matters
Lord, I’ve spent so long skimming over the surface of life
like one of those water skeeters
Busy busy busy
Let me throw my limbs up
simply sink into Your great depths
slowly float underwater
embraced by grace
utterly surrounded by You
Some days are crazy
but flowers bloom, stars shine
and the baby smiles.
Have you stopped to listen to the evening birdsong?
The same song since you were a child…
this eternal song, performed over and over
against the mellow backdrop of the light blue sky.
The clouds are smudged with charcoal
but their edges glow.
Does it capture you? Hold your gaze up and out
to the peaceful grandeur of the reclining day?
Are you torn away from the endless hunt
down the dark halls of your brain
where you relentlessly seek childhood secrets
and broken pieces of yourself?
Deep in this maze of self-analysis
the batteries of your flashlight may run out.
There’s only so much you can understand
Look to the source of light and beauty.
Listen to that bird who trills again and again:
“Life’s good, very very good. Life’s good, very very good.”
Remember you are only a tiny piece
of creation and a recipient
of this gorgeous gift that is life.
Put anxious internal wanderings
and the pursuit of your own perfection
in their place.
Live and love your now.
Wherein lies the greatness of man?
Is it in his capacity to make bombs?
To build rockets and race cars?
To speed through life and destroy?
Or is it rather in his ability
Despite these other abilities
And give meaning to the smallest gesture
To caress the silken cheek of a flower
And see reflected in it
The face of his beloved
And the twinkling of God’s eyes?
A listener of happiness author Gretchen Rubin’s podcast recommended the practice of writing a daily haiku to promote mindfulness…noting the little beauties of each day. What a great idea, in a simple form: 3 lines of verse with 5 syllables, 7 syllables, 5 syllables. It’s quite fun, actually, and worth a try! Here are a few I wrote this morning:
Morning light floods in
kitchen aflame with brightness
blue sky day begins
Ring of Queen Anne’s Lace
bursting in my picture frame–
silent fireworks dance
Sun warms my bare toes…
toddler drags me down the stairs
delighted to play!