Poems From The Porch
One Beam of Love
The sunlight is caressing the straw-colored bales
that are dotting the field like slightly-toasted marshmallows.
The wisteria is showing leaves of rust, yellow, and green,
and the porch pots are still offering their purple blossoms on the vines.
A songbird is singing a solo from the pines,
while a warm fuzziness is purring on my lap.
The coffee wakes up my palette this morning with a pungent greeting.
I am overwhelmed by the preciousness of this life
—a feast for the senses,
and I am grateful for the miracle of my body
that allows me to experience it all.
I am one point of consciousness
with one unique perspective
whose awareness contributes to the all-encompassing totality
of the Great Lover of us all.
I am one beam of Love
shining on all of creation,
a focal point of appreciation and tenderness.
I am the Loving Gaze.