Poems From The Porch
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A Glorious Orchestration
The moon is smiling shyly in the morning sky,
glimpsed like a wink between the clouds.
Brother Blue Jay came to say “hello” from the nearby crepe myrtle branch,
tilting his head in acknowledgment.
Sister Squirrel is gingerly picking her way along an oak limb,
entranced with a particular in one spot.
Fluffy Kitty has noticed her activity and squats,
as if to pounce.
Our squirrel sibling sees her feline stalker
and begins gyrating her tail and chirping a chide.
The world belongs to all of us.
A light mist is providing the opening act
for the eagerly anticipated showing of the Sun.
It is so easy to feel insignificant,
knowing that each of us is less than a dot
on a tiny planet circling a little star
in one galaxy among countless,
in our ever-expanding universe.
Yet, Life is waiting for Me to show up today,
as fully myself,
along with the Sun.
My note in Love’s grand symphony
is necessary and expected,
an integral part of the universal composition,
whose melody is heard everywhere right now.
My heart swells in gratitude
for the opportunity to sing my part
in such a glorious orchestration.
The mist is clearing,
and the Sun is making his appearance,
dazzling the day with his rays.
The moment has arrived.
The time has come.
Sing on, Brothers and Sisters,
Now all of Life is waiting for You to show up,