Childhood Remembered
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.