Looking Lessons

If I have grown numb in time’s front row seat

To the beauty of hither and yon

If I have grown blind to the fine-flung sheet

That glows with the rose of dawn

...and shimmers with dew where hue of New

Is viewed as a common thing, old

And I do not see (right in front of me)

The free-fall that beckons ‘behold’

If I have grown cold to the gold of new day

And bold to the point of complaint

If somehow, surrounded by Mercy’s hooray

I miss wonder’s thundering paint

If, in my commitment toward what is not

I miss what is, but is growing dim

If I trample underfoot love-notes from God

Because I forget about Him

If I have become somewhat dull and immune

To the marvel of heaven-lent prize

Then, oh Lord, forgive and help me to re-tune

My heart to refocus my eyes

© Janet Martin

"Janet, Janet", he called in breathless wonder. "Look at this be-e-a-u-u-tiful flower!" and he held up a delicate white teeny-tiny star. Yes beautiful indeed!!