As long as I'm allowed
to stay alive,
I will view this world
with a deep affinity;
and offer a prayer
of praise that grows
silently, slowly,
like the early light of dawn.
Just now, the meadowlark,
celebrating only his
second year of life,
is calling me
into his field of deep grass;
now jumping to a branch
to welcome his visitor.
Looking beyond...
new clouds
are forming above
the eastern horizon,
growing silently, slowly,
into shapes of words
to a new prayer
for this new day.
But for these two seconds,
the Meadowlark is
nothing but song.
Then his wings whir,
gliding over deepening grass,
now leaving this field,
he is gone.
© 2014 Richard Havenga
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