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
Labels: books, children as gift, Jesus, no sense in forgetting, waking up
