October 26, 2020
Song of Wonder
By Amba Gale
Even here,
somewhere in the middle
of these dark days,
somewhere in the middle of this Crossing,
where lives upended stumble
blindly through their days,
even here, I can sing
of wonder.
I can gently glide with Great Blue Heron
who slowly, silently wings
sweeping through fog across the sea.
If he can do this, so can we.
Green boughs of pine
stand stalwart as they climb
towards the morning sky, content
with who they are and how they grow.
I can let my eyes rest on the candle flame
and her twin reflection in the window mirror
celebrating,
honoring,
blessing
life, warming the photograph of my Baba, smiling
with me, saying to me
that I am loved.
Nowhere in this great world
is wonder ever present but Here,
where, I listen
deeply,
attentively
sacredly
to what the world wants to say.
