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