I Wept at a Flower Blooming

To really think about a sunset, the Prophet wept for an evening.
I weep, too, when I think about the pure and silent lives of plants and creatures...
Nature is something we watch on a screen like a spectator sport--
but it is right outside our doors!

I think about the ducks hatching their eggs, quietly and without ceremony...
Whether detected or not by the human eye, this life happens;
this grand miracle unfolds.
And so has it been since the beginning of God's wondrous creation.
Is this what God intended?  For us not to notice the delicate
unfurling of a lily?

We demand attention at every turn--
posting photos online of everything.
But the unassuming rabbit goes about his magnificent day unnoticed...

Every tree-- every fish and fern-- has a story to divulge.
Quick-- listen!

Reflecting on the miracle that is bushes birthing berries,
or trees making homes for birds...
I want to weep.

It is not a rare thing, nature.
It is more real than all our hand-held screens
and workday trouble.
It endures.

Quietly, quietly, quietly
life abundant, flowering life
occurs just outside our shutters
and parking lots.

Quick-- look!
And listen!
Be a humble friend to all that is natural and good,
all that is not sterilized and paved.
Be a part of the unfolding,
the miracle that is real
life.