I train my eyes upon the living sea,
rise and fall and waves of wind,
then look upon swaying grass,
gone to seed and summer brown.
Sees far mountains rim the coast,
trees tower in silence.
Bird songs flit about
ocean spray and Nootka rose.
Sunlight heals the eyes,
water sounds the listening grace.
Lineage of sun and earth,
children of the eternal,
here and now, we are good.
photo by Robert Aughenbaugh
Reading of “Children of the Eternal” with music by Morten Lauridsen
Don — Summer is finally beginning to settle in here in Milwaukee. “Sunlight heals the eyes, water sounds the listening grace.” Hopefully, we too can be “Children of the Eternal.” We are good, here & now on the western shore of Lake Michigan. Thanks for a beautiful poem on Father’s Day.
“…look upon swaying grass, gone to seed and summer brown.”
Nice. Very evocative, Don.
Don, you are right. In such a setting as you describe (and they abound), we are good. Thanks for capturing the thought. Happy Father’s Day, too.
Celestial in scope sounds of the sun permeates all—lovely, Don