Not the most religious of individuals, I attended an Easter service a few years ago that inspired this poem....
THESE PERFECT MOMENTS
Watching your dog chase his tail.
Watching your baby raise a tiny fist,
Then focus and eyes grow wide as she realizes it is hers.
Going outdoors in the early morning
Focus on the sunlight that falls on the hibiscus tree
The blooms open in slow motion.
Vast rainbow rising
As the mist clears on a summer day
And the slow sun begins to warm the ground
Made green velvet by the rain.
Steaming pottery mug
Of freshly ground coffee, brewed
With a hint of cinnamon.
The aroma rises as you add
Milk or cream, and give the rich coffee a brief stir.
Sense of complete communion
With self and maker, sitting
The 12–string guitar makes rich
The music of the day.
Dawn services at Easter.
You think you know how the world seemed, then.