Here Am I
Cardinals, sparrows, robins
And other giddily chirping birds
Are singing to spring's first flowerings —
Forsythias, dogwoods, and daffodils
In brilliant splashes and blurs
Of bright yellow, white, and gold dappling
That purge Saturday morning's chill,
Obscure the world's curses,
Infuse life with jubilation and beauty.
And here am I,
Ears, eyes, mind, spirit, and soul
Breathing, listening, witnessing,
Wondering what I might contribute
To this season of innocence —
A tune, a hue, a tenderness or two?
03/27/10
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