Changing
Posted on 07. Apr, 2010 by Luke Niforatos in Arts and Such, Poetry/Lit.
The sheer finality of it all,
Creates the most essential beginning.
When I thought I’d never find warmth again,
When our bodies became used to cocoon-like wraps,
And the earth seemed to be giving its last gasps…
A simple ray shone through the mist,
Slicing through the snow as though it were scissors through paper.
Then another, larger ray-
And the freezing, dangerous ice began to break.
Then another, then another!
It was all happening faster than I could ever remember,
Until one day I turned around and beheld verdant green grass.
For the first time in months, life seemed to be resuscitating itself.
Each breath: a new, warm, cozy wind coming from God-knows-where.
The heartbeat of Nature itself: the very rising and setting of the sun.
My friends around me, the squirrels, all the birds and animals of Nature,
Expressing their gratitude to their creator with a smile,
A flick of a bushy little tail,
A love song from a certain rosy-red breasted Robin!
I wake up in the morning; stretch my youthful frame to its fullest extent,
Breathe in deeply, briefly sensing the first buds of life from the flower bushes outside.
It’s dark in my room. But I hear something…
Something I haven’t heard in so long…
It couldn’t be!
A choir of birds has perched outside my window,
And they are bringing the house of God to my own room-
For is not everything in His image?
Regardless of what surrounds us,
There is something about the life, the invigoration,
The sheer radiance of Spring that brings all together,
Man, woman, child, bird, even nature itself.
Many have every reason to cry,
But this year, Nature chose not to die.
So I, for one, shall not let a tear fall from my eye!
