In the Joy of This Morning

IN THE JOY OF THIs MORNING ———————————————————————————————— (For Jim, to explain why my tears can run down in Joy) ******** In day’s earliest light (my inner eyes see) The recitals there, nearly-sky, as The does lead their Spring-born fawns Leaping over Glory’s Far-sprouting wildflower fields… Finding brown hares fast to follow; With streaked cats in a chase, swinging their paws at Bobbing blooms, like The sweet-scented heather on tossed air Left by the fleet fox — not on a hunt, but On a spree of joy — In a breathing-in of a new day’s anointing. The pure leaps Into Being… And the squirrels, too, very nearly With the gifting of invisible wings, bounding off From tree to tree… While we, the children of God, are left to Watch — Incapable of such leaps (often going on in our suffering, short, shuffled steps) With our simpler legs: Designed for Kneeling And preparing to sit in awe Before God’s heavenly throne; in joy… To learn in our imagining thoughts, the ways of The flashings-past beauty of horses, freely Jumping ever higher, with distinct grace, Over recurring hurdles, While carrying bareback all their praises, on to Canter over clover, and over Blue coneflowers amidst wild, white daisies, and All the yellow dandelions on Through the blessing, reverberating echoes Of the heartbeats of God — As they seek to penetrate and fulfill, Showing our so-created human souls The way to leap… How we might — this morning — Ascend to flight! ————————————————————————————————————————————- (c) sally young eslinger 5/12/22 ALL Thanks be to Go