A Day Like No Other
The morning is new again,
and so are my eyes.
Fresh snow covers everything!
All is hidden beneath
mounds of white.
Well worn paths have vanished.
Trees bow down
in their graceful gowns
of frozen light.
Rain washes the earth,
but snow tucks it in,
like a mother
covering a sleeping child.
I awaken and smile
when I see the grace
of a lacy coverlet
that has appeared in the night.
Excitement stirs inside
to know that love
will forever make things new,
to find a way
to bring surprise
to the eyes of my heart.
The sky will never be splashed
with color
in the same way twice.
The rain will never dance
as it did before.
My eyes will never see
today the way
they did yesterday.
The endearing mystery
of a beloved
is the promise of surprise,
the whisper of intimacy
breathing its sighs,
bringing tears to
my eyes.
There is something that
keeps me young
and alive
in that which is beyond
my reach,
something no one
can ever steal or take away.
It is one kind of revelation
to read or hear a truth
and quite another
to feel the gentle touch
of snowflakes
melting on my lips.
There is something life-giving
and so unbearably new
in the tenderness
of feeling
the arousal of beauty
in my soul.
To be touched by spirit is to feel
the warmth of
light upon the skin
in the dark,
or to feel a wisp of air
moved by tiny wings,
or flowing
strands of angel hair
in a touch so light, it is
scarcely there.
Desire seeking satisfaction
appears and slips away,
marking an ending
to shallow dreams of certainty.
Love that gives out of
flowing joy
comes again and again
and again,
like raindrops that
want to play.
Perhaps unending tears flow
from the same
source as the rain,
for the cleansing nature of
a falling stream
prepares the way for
sweet encounter these lips
cannot explain.
I breathe the frosty air,
whisper a prayer,
for the beloved shines
from my eyes
and lights my way
and beauty
is ours today!
Naomi
