Appreciation
"The deepest longing in the human heart is the desire for appreciation."--William James
A halo of treetops rings the cyan river,
as it trips and rolls down Gaia's branches;
a gentle song to set my spirit aquiver,
surrounded by autumn's chromatic patches.
Parchments dive to play their last days,
like journeying across the river Styx;
they glimmer in the sun's light-play
mimics falling children’s toy bricks.
Above, the clouds display their glamour,
as Sol peeks through the cottony puffs;
Soft trills erupt from the yellowhammer,
from a tree limb on the nearby bluff.
Appreciative for gifts that nature's given,
my spirit echoes His elated song.
Just like an ancient English Sylvan,
I hear reveling waters sing along.
Beyond treetops, spirit flies untethered,
a feeling of warm expansion enters my chest.
My appreciation cannot be measured,
wondering if God and I have somehow coalesced.
My heart is full, filled with a peaceful inner glow,
and I pause, offering a prayer of thanks.
For nature’s gifts upon earth, He doth bestow;
with hand over my heart, I float above the riverbanks.
While traversing the interminable blue sky,
a gentle wind whistles past my ears.
I listen carefully, waiting for a reply,
And serenity washes over me squelching my fears.
Joyful tears stream down my face;
appreciation wears the colors of my spirit.
I drink in the moment, not wanting to leave this place,
grateful being in heaven or almost near it.
Copyright ©
Sara Etgen-Baker
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