Morning’s Seeing

This morning

The enthusiastic robins

Woke me up again

Way before

This part of the Blue Planet

Met the Day Star.

In other words,

It was still quite dark out

And not at all proper

For birds to be chirping so frantically –

Even if they are red breasted ones

And so eager to make friends

With their feminine counterparts

Asleep in the nests.

Such joyous racket

Could wake the dead from deep sleep,

So I rolled out of bed,

Got showered, dressed,

Into the day much earlier than I normally do.

I did not know then that

There were surprises being planned

Especially for me

By God, our caring Father,

Up ahead on the drive to Winona.

First, I came upon

A doe running with her tiny, twin fawns

Across the grassy meadow,

Then quickly across the road some twenty yards before me,

Safely into the east field happily awaiting them.

One fawn lagged a bit behind

And reminded me of me

For I, too, was the slower twin

Trying to keep up with Peter,

My older by only six minutes brother.

Soon I was up the great hill

And on the huge, flat plateau

With great farmlands

Stretching from faraway east

To the even more distant western horizon.

All was at peace

Awaiting the coming dawn already painting the clouds there

Stretched on my right side

A heartening, ruddy red.

My angel suggested I look to the west

Where in surprise was being drawn

A great half arc of a rainbow

In front of a high wall of dark, stormy clouds.

Holey Smoley! There it was –

A morning rainbow to bless my beginning day,

And the sun had not as yet

Even come over the planet Earth’s edge.

What a good sight!

It filled my heart/mind/soul with hope and happiness.

Such superabundant beauty does that to me

Whenever and wherever I am blessed to experience it.

Celebrating found beauty is why I was created a person.

It is my God given vocation.

It is why I cannot help but be a poet

Writing boldly and happily:

Did you see what I saw?

-Czaja