Fields

Sleepy thoughts loiter, Dreamy images disappear... Sun stabs sudden focus. Subconscious thoughts come Abrupt as light streams, No time to think. Senses aware one by one: Like octopus tentacles Twisting and curling to touch. Edgy promontory here: Eyes scan the cityscape fringes, Twenty-storey window view Far below the tiny people, Busy with busyness, Little rushing marionettes. If they could see this puppet Rising with drowsy countenance, A curly smile will attend amusement. Anyhow my simple heart Prays a blessing for each stranger Plunging into life's misdemeanours. Awake and aware once again, This new day beckons impatiently, Sunbeams pave the way. With humble thanksgiving, Look forward to a blur quest, Explore forthcoming murmurings. Mind comes to know a field Beyond the tragic wrong And the dramatic right. A certain field where play presides, Where all can meet fond ecstasy With rapture and delight. Here fear and guilt and regret Are purged from conscious thought, Here feelings find sure innocence. Once more, a wholeness comes To bind each part as one: Thus, each soul feels unique yet reconciled. Yes, discovery greets mystery, If you learn to discern The perfect symmetry of life. Even the inanimate life In rocks and stones and hills Salute the sacred gospel divine. Look beyond the chaos To sure goodness of wise nature, See the face of God who lives and loves. There is a certain harmony Beyond science and religion: The cosmos live in grace and beauty. Leon Enriquez 15 September 2014 Singapore