Look and Look Again!

Look, look, the brook is mantled in the white of winter’s wool

Look, see how soon the sun slants and noon dons a bluer tulle

And look at how each season brims and spills with thrills re-clad

Look, look for life is full of lovely reasons to be glad

Look, look the dark is stirred and gives birth to the light of day

The bird sings for the joy of it in spite of gold or gray

Look, where the flower fell; it’s bell the nucleus whereby

Spring’s belfries are refurbished as the seeds of it reply

Look, look there are no little things where God applies His hand

To try to count His gifts is like numbering grains of sand

The mind of man cannot begin to explain wonders wrought

Where all we do is look and see law’s learned yet never taught

Ah, who can force the bud to bloom or alter the discourse

Of morn to noon to night; can any bind or find its source?

And where is the beginning or the end of what we see?

We look and guess while God grants glimpses of His Majesty

Look, look, for we cannot afford to subsist, wide-eye-blind

Look, life is full of lovelinesses; they who seek will find

The Brigadoon we sigh for cries before our very gaze

Come, let us get acquainted with the wide world and its ways

© Janet Martin

I had to wait 40 min. for the grocery store to open this morning . Why? Because after I took my son in to town to get hubby's pick-up it seemed foolish to drive the 20. min. home only to return an hour later...My waiting-book in the vehicle is still Little Men by Louisa May Alcott.
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