glory, day 30
a poem a day in the month of may
It is no simple thing to be a dog owner.
Even as I write, he licks the side of my arm
and I succumb to my impatience.
Then I stop, pause. I look into his eyes
and acknowledge that I do not fathom
even for an instant how deep his love is.
There is a glory in a dog’s eyes, in their heart,
a state of longing and loyalty that is pure.
I look at him, looking at me, my Jupiter,
and after a moment, I look up at the clock
to see that it is dinnertime, and his persistence
comes from the same place his loyalty comes from—
because I am his person, the one he loves,
the one who grabs the teal bowl and fills it with food
at just the right time every single day,
glory, love and loyalty made flesh for both of us.
walking with Charlotte is food for my soul
"hurry up Oompah, you're going too slow!"
our journey to school is adventure each day
the birds and the bees, all the creatures at play
.
wisteria blooms captivate as we go
diaphanous texture, we pause, take it slow
lilac so fragrant; trees' dance in the breeze
The beauty, dynamic, transfixing, at ease
.
then back on the trail to the school and her crowd
cacophonous frolic, fun frenzy so LOUD!
She pauses, hugs firmly, affectionate kiss
My soul overflows; oh, the glory of this!
Glory
My mother sang
in a country
church quartet,
lifting up melodies
and harmonizing
about the promise
of seeing the glory -
someday.
When that someday comes,
I don’t know
what it will look like.
But as for me,
I’m choosing to
open my eyes
and see the glory
right here
right now.
When I stand in silence
and watch the clouds
drift across the sky,
or watch the trees
adorn themselves
in spring
with leaves
all shades of green,
I see the glory.
When I see a seedling
break out of hard soil
to begin
its long journey,
or watch mother bird
tote straw after straw
to build her new home,
I see the glory.
And when I choose
to look beyond
your outward form
and see the
beautiful essence
inside you,
I see the glory.
Even when I dare
to look within,
beyond all my
layers of coverings,
deep calling deep,
I can see the glory
even there.
I’m not going to wait
until someday.
Harmonizing with
all creation,
I choose
to see the glory
now.