Back to my knees

Lord where art thou

Here in my darkness

I implored the Heavens

To relieve me from

Despair have my sins

Prompted such turmoil have

I not been noticed

For my kindness nor

My love for others

Where are You

And then God said

I am the bottom

Upon which you have

Fallen which you kneel

Consider this do not

Sprouts spring from below

Do not trees rise

From the forest floor

Do not clouds gather

Rain from the oceans

Does not absolutely everything

Begin from where you

Find yourself to be

Now my dear boy

Start from here and

Be on your way

Just like everything else


As I have gotten older

I’ve become more aware

Of the little things

Having been bombarded by

The grand things of

Life I have sought

Refuge in the quiet

Things raindrops on eaves

The scratching of fall

Leaves and ant hills

That seem to erupt

Overnight through sidewalk cracks

The slower things like

Inch by delicate inch

Of freshly fallen snow

That crawls against windows

And plump caterpillars that

Wind and weave munching

Polka dots in green

On their way to

Emerging butterfly and oh

Yes love as called

Accepting it rather than

Seeking it there’s comfort

In the little slow

Things that simply show

Up for no other

Reason than being themselves

And I taking notice