June 1985

 

today, Lord

while walking the street

surrounded by people

aware of myself

            alone

I saw a thing, Lord

that made me stop

and think

of all I had

and not

of all I missed

so beautiful it was, Lord

I thanked you

then and there

and walked on

 

and paused

 

I suddenly felt, Lord

that that thing of beauty

had been there

waiting

for me to come along

with my walls

so it could knock them down

 

did you, Lord?

put that flower there

knowing all the time

that I would come

and see it

and praise you?