Perspective

Even in the smallest things
is the possibility of tranquil
knowing and absolute joy:

The sparrow happily
bathing with unapologetic
fervor in midday,

a rippling laugh
of clear and open childhood -
innocent perfection,

the simple smell
of rain and dirt...
trees whirring like bells.

If I could breathe
that beauty into
your sleeping,

kiss you with
the joys hidden
in each jeweled hour,

perhaps our sadnesses
would fade - leaving
peace between us.

Yet each day waking
is a trial, each new measure
a test of strength.

Pain is pain, and each
life may be changed by
the angle of expression;

but for you, today,
I close my eyes and
grasp at faith in tiny spaces.