We Miss the Ardent Touch

The sparrows sing as if to draw me to The present moment’s gravity and grace Our contemplation of life’s nature new What other attitude is worthwhile now That I no longer see your loving face? The sparrows sing as if to greet me too Eden is still here, we miss the clues We miss the ardent touch, the lost embrace Our contemplation of the world renews On my face, the tears are jeweled dew In my body, I feel held, enclosed The sparrows sing as if to greet me too Now the blackbird sings as if on cue Inside my swollen heart, I feel its grace Contemplation of life’s nature new I saw your soul in your transparent face. And crisscrossed lines from struggle left their trace The sparrows sing as if to draw us to The contemplation of the wildness true,