A Summers Day

Published 15/04/2016 by inspiringyourspirit

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Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
 into the grass,
how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed,
how to stroll through the fields, 
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

6 comments on “A Summers Day

  • Oh to be that grasshopper! Or even to burst out of my chrysalis and fly as a butterfly into the blue on that summers day! Praying on my way in my own way and you in your own way as you fly with me in that flight of freedom taking in some nectar on our way. Lovely Mark. Love, David

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