Childhood Remembered

                        The Positive Way

                     How shall I embrace this one beautiful thing

                        how shall I explain it to the disbelieving blind?

                        If my eyes were still dazzled by the things

                        of childhood, I think my heart would find a way

                        and if my naked feet were still in touch with

                        sacred soil, my lips would know what to say. 

                        When I was young, I could speak in tongues, and

                        the cypresses would greet me with a knowing nod

                        while other creatures near and far whispered in my ears

                        the shared good news that we all are the beloved of God. 

                        The multi-colored threads of creation are linked together

                        in a riotous heap of joyous life where even the sentinel

                        cypresses from their silent green sanctuaries know

                        that we are all indeed the beloved of God.

                        Would that I might run with an open heart once more

                        through the green paradise of nature’s wonders

                        still gifted with childhood’s unaffected surety and joy

                        and as I run, see daisies once more in my footsteps grow.