And I Close My Eyes
Neath the arched arbor where I rest,
Breezes shoving a bit of Hoagy’s buttermilk through the sky,
My mind drifts through the day’s knobby news, and then
Finally all is blown away, save You.
And in that silent, receptive state,
The melody of one mockingbird calls,
He seems to say “Thank you for feeding me.”
The distance waves carry a haunting bark
Of a lonely lab dog down the way,
Muffled voices of morning men,
Mundane in their construction jobs.
No fighting, no name-calling,
Just baking their daily bread, and then
You reveal to me the waste of fear
Of politicians, and war, and the rest of strife, as
You live in the warp and woof of life,
The simplicity of all daily endeavors. and
My dying mother’s voice comes clear to me,
“You make it too hard – He’s there all the time,”
And I close my eyes.
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