Short Look Out On Poems
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When you look out on today….
not knowing if you will lose or tie or win…
isn’t it exciting knowing …
a new adventure is about to begin?
Today I’m grateful I still have my child eyes…
because with them I’m aware
as I look out on the world
there is still beauty and magic everywhere.
Today I’m grateful for how far my family extends…
and it fills me with elation…
knowing as I look out on the world…
how all of creation…is my relation.
When I look out on the world…
in the midst of all the malice,
enmity and sorrow that we find…
I am grateful to those
who despite the most difficult conditions
continue to have
the courage to be kind.
When I look out on a fog-swept night
Of black abysses and milky light
Seamlessly, softly inter-curled,
In human knowledge I see the world.
For the boundless pit of the human plight
Enshrouds the knowable, stops our sight,
Save where bursts from the light below
Speak the insatiable quest to know.
As adults when we look out on our world
and pain and sadness are all we see
we need only look upon our children
to restore our faith in humanity
And remember how children are accepting and generous…
how we see the kindness in their eyes
and how they know nothing of prejudice and hate…
unless we teach them otherwise.
May we all be blessed to one day learn a second language
because as these new words in your unfurl
we find they open up another window in which to look out on the world
And when we think in a different language
we’re in for a surprise….
as we look through this new window
and begin to see the world through another culture’s eyes.
Sometimes late at night,
When the moon is full and bright,
And the air is cool and crisp;
There's a breeze like a pall,
That seems to cover all,
And the moonlight falls like a mist.
I look out on the scene,
And it seems like a dream,
In which fairies flit to and fro.
I watch fire flies float by,
Bringing light to my eyes,
And making my garden glow.
Before you open your eyes and look out on your day
look inside yourself and see where it is written in gold:
Heart, you are the refuge
Of a thousand, thousand souls.
Be only faithful, and an empire
Will yield to your insistent love.
One atom of your divine being
Provides a temple and a haven
For the wandering and the lost.
So open your mind and heart
and let the multitudes rejoice.
Christopher M. Swan 2009
I look out on the
wide whole world
and, in the new morning's
Light,
I take measure of all
that
is not yet
Lost.
And
all that is
not yet
Found.
The clouds, now
reveal
to the out-turned ear
a brief frithering
as feathers brush the air
like a cockscomb brushing hair.
The geese pass.
Just ever-so-briefly
in sight, the geese
pass -
out of sight,
out of listen,
out of mind,
out of memory;
their Lost, my Found.
I awake to the sound of birds chatter.
I know a new day has begun.
I draw back the curtains,
Look out on the world
And joyfully welcome the sun.
The majestic trees are gently swaying
As the wind softly rustles through.
All of the Earth is ablaze
With the colours of summer.
And the sky is a picturesque hue.
I drink in all this beauty of creation
That is there in attendance for me;
And I greet the day
With my heart in tune
With nature’s symphony.
He drew me the stars
out across the lagoon
his hand like a wand
spread the wreath of the moon
we leaned back like lovers
will do in the dark
content for the moment
to bask in the spark
Ebony waves rose and fell
on the shore
I think that he whispered
the word "evermore"
I treasure that moment
it's here in my locket
true love in my heart
and the world in my pocket
and if I look out on a world
that seems gray
I open my locket
and I'm taken away.
Autumn at the Abbey
Through the window I see
the sun fire up
for the last time today.
There are jays
in the trees near the meadow,
crows in the grass
I cut with a scythe
early this morning.
Still on my platter
corn from the fields,
scallions, tomatoes,
bell pepper and cheese.
I'll remain at my table
with lemon and tea
and look out on the land
that surrounds me.
The psalms a monk
gave me this morning
I'll read for an hour
before sleeping.
Donal Mahoney
Window at the Abbey
Through the window I see
the sun fire up
for the last time today.
There are jays
in the trees near the meadow,
crows in the grass
I cut with a scythe
early this morning.
Still on my platter
corn from the fields,
scallions, tomatoes,
bell pepper and cheese.
I'll remain at my table
with lemon and tea
and look out on the land
that surrounds me.
The psalms a monk
gave me this morning
I'll read for an hour
before sleeping.
Donal Mahoney
I dream of lazy Summer days,
And fields of wild flowers,
And babbling brooks and hidden nooks,
Taking shelter from the showers.
I dream of cool yet balmy nights,
Spent in the garden swing,
Listening to the night sounds,
And loving everything.
The fireflies that flit about,
In and out of foliage,
Moistened by the evening dew,
As they make their evening voyage.
I long for Summer evenings,
But for now I'm satisfied,
To look out on snowy meadows,
And the pristine countryside.
Water running in the sink.
Made me sit and think!
Kitchen with wooden, shiny floors.
Cabinets and a wooden
pantry door.
Two bathrooms.
Two bedrooms.
Spacious laundry room.
Wonderful stove and refrigerator..
Huge Laundry Room with
washer and dryer.
Dining room
Living Room
Huge Master Bedroom.
Wood deck on one side of house.
Cottage windows that look out on
serene, country scene.
Irene.my cat, licking her bowl
of fresh, cold cream!
4/18/2021