All the Small Miracles

“You have traveled too fast over false ground;

Now your soul has come to take you back.

Take refuge in your senses, open up

To all the small miracles you rushed through.

Become inclined to watch the way of rain

When it falls slow and free.

Imitate the habit of twilight,

Taking time to open the well of color

That fostered the brightness of day.

Draw alongside the silence of stone

Until its calmness can claim you.”

― John O'Donohue

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Saturday morning

awaking late

my mind, startled

is full of shouting and jostling

as if it were a concert hall

where someone has just  yelled

FIRE!

things to do

things undone

thought upon thought

good

and bad

crashing through my consciousness

like waves on a storm lashed beach

and then

I step outside

the ground is damp

with the remnants of a night time rain

the clouds still hover

and the world is eerily quiet

in this newly cleansed world I stand

smelling the rain

the freshness that is so unique

I watch a mother quail and her babies

pick their way through the grass

and the horses

as they gently munch their way

through the pasture

a doe sticks her head up

from deep grass

and then quickly lies down again

ah

slowly my soul

takes me back

the small miracles have won

time for coffee