If I were scared to watch a sunrise,
Angered
by a songbird’s call,
Put
out by a flower’s blooming,
At
the stars that shine appalled,
Disgusted
with a healthy garden,
Bearing
fruit I would not eat,
Or
maddened by a smiling baby,
Soured
at some dessert sweet,
I’d
scowl at children laughing near me,
Frown
at snowfall calm and white,
Spit
at pups that beg attention,
Curse
the moon that welcomes night.
Were
I to disdain the beauty
Of
a simple butterfly,
Or
to mock the quiet humming
Of
a mother’s lullaby,
Then
would I not deny the wonder
Of
a firefly midst the trees?
And
fail to notice in the tropics
When
relief comes on the breeze?
I’d
turn my head from all that proves
Existence
of a God who loves,
And
thus deny myself the chance
To
live within the Great Romance.
