From an Easter past...

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.

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