I hold not sword nor saber,
nor knife or arrow or bow,
nor all the money in the world,
not bronze or silver or gold
But there upon my palm
rests more power than all of those,
its weightless form is worth
much more than a treasure trove
It will soar above the mountain,
and go wheeling to the sky,
it will fly across the ocean
and travel far and wide
The feathery touch,
the breifest glimpse,
the splash of color,
a living wish
Rain falls through an open window, scattering
Tiny sparkles in a persistent beat, while
Light shines through an open window, dancing
Across the sill on golden feet
Sounds creep through an open window, whispering
Myriad echoes of the world outside, while
Scents float through an open window, hinting
At fragile rose petals passing by
Wind blows through an open window, feeling
Swaying curtains flowing white, while
Frost sneaks through an open window, beckoning
Silent darkness to bring the night
Small children are wonderful. :) Levi is getting so grown up, but he still uses certain parts of language in that unique way small children do. The other day we were visiting Grandma's house and he came running in saying:
"Is it almost time to leave - just for wonder?"
Translated this means he was wondering if it was almost time to go, but he wasn't in any hurry or anything. :) For some reason I found this particularly poetic that day, and marked it down as something to share.
Beauty inexplicable before the world was made
Maker of the galaxies, how radiant your face
Lover of all nations, my heart will choose to sing
A simple song of worship to my everlasting King
did you forget
the color of new
leaves silhouetted against
peaches and
cream sky and did you
forget
the kiss of pollen
the gasp of life
this everyday miracle
this splash of red
azealea
and also forgotten blue
twilight
and sun, sand, wind
sweat on my skin
and the GIFT of spring -
did you forget
the terrible joy,
the beautiful ache?
Urgent! When the woodpecker stops at your window, larger than life and resplendent in black and crimson, pay attention! Perhaps he wants you to direct your attention to a world that is bigger than you, bigger than him, bigger than us all. Leave your tedious busywork behind. Toss aside that list of things to do, all sixty-plus items that never seem to go away, just shift from time to time.