Death, love, learning, Jesus, children

books

full of words

pointing

if we are lucky

to some richness in life
some reminder
of how splendid
this world is

how amazing we are

what fools we be when we wallow
in words
that tell us
how we are some deprived
or lacking


the jewels
of life
the light in the darkness

Jesus jumping off the page
of a recent book
Three Gospels, by Reynolds Price

and then
children's books
by William Steig
full of the whimsical glory
of life

and the darkness coming
earlier

and death of the summer
and of the day's past
and
of
maybe, sweet, Life, maybe
some of my/ our illusions

and on the other side
of

"In the beginning was the Word"

what was before the beginning

what is the kiss
the sunlight
the fingers touching the tree bark
the feet brushing the ground
the bird or frog or wind calling

and no word
to tell

just
the thing itself

and we
maybe
luckily

there,
becoming lost
one with
entranced
entuned with

the Whole Deal