The Light that was There
August’s sun casts furrows of light upon the grass
Painting the lawn in tines of gold
Raking slumber, like fallen leaves, from my worldliness
Turning my soul to see the light that was there
To that which I was too busy to see.
Fall’s when God frames earth gold and red
And creatures may behold heaven’s art upon every bough.
Had I known what it would mean later
As I peeled shale and limestone pebbles
From the pond’s edge as a boy and
Fitted them between thumb and forefinger and
Flung them sidearm skipping across the water’s surface
I’d have thrown more and stayed longer.