Honking geese punctuate the warm spring air
Flying exclamation points that insist on being heard
Wind and waves lull me in the sunlight
As the evening breeze drafts the warmth from my arms and back
Sounds of water, songs of birds call my thoughts to higher places
If Nature renews herself effortlessly, cyclically
Then so too ought we, not by trying but by letting
Not by doing or changing, but by being
Thus life’s seasons are assured.
One thought on “Renewal”
Being does have a rhythm. It has its own cycle. Being springs from love. Love is not just one thing. Consider the rhythms of love as they naturally are—diversified and constant. I appreciate the call to think on higher places.