When The Day Calls

© by Jay Harden

How can I walk away
When the day calls?
Every morning mist
That feeds the trees
Soothes this tender soul
To endure the taste of beauty
And see beyond
My busy wanderings.
With each bursting inhalation,
The interior opens up
Another fresh awareness
Breathing fire into song
And hope into hand,
And loving into action.
Living wonder awaits.
Such is the favor of Spirit,
Growing another
Gentle heart.
And the destruction
Is awesome.

June 18, 2008
Inflight St. Louis to Seattle