If you’re willing to see it,
There’s a tree over there about to explode in a fiery green
cataclysm against the sundown sky.
If you’re willing to hear it,
The heartbeat of the universe is throbbing pink and white
in the primrose patch at our feet.
If you’re willing to taste it,
A sugar-laced kiss on lakeside winds
is caressing your lips, even now.
If you’re willing to touch it
(and I can tell by the warmth of your fingertips you are),
The grass will reveal where God has been dancing for you
every summer of your life..
One thought on “Willingness”
are you going to submit it?