Sunday, May 12, 2013
Yet Was Wider
MY WORLD AT THREE
Here I stood to watch the squirrels
Scrurrying through the uncut grass,
And there a stump stood, rotting in,
Which I always kicked as I would pass.
The tractor ruts were great ravines
Reverberating wall to wall
With caterpillar calisthenics
And antic ants doing somersaults.
There were no walls within my world
To block me in or slow me down;
Yet never I needed wander far
For wonder awaited me all around.
My stride was short, and yet was wider,
A realm within each step I took;
Life, Death and God whispered in the wind
And Heaven filled every brush and brook.