What Simple Splendor I Did Tarry To See

Oh windy morn’, thy might displayed

When stolid hands seize all God’s trees and firmly shake.

Every bow waving in the breeze,

The rustle of leaves,

Verdant green, whispering… “Mystery!”

Trunks gently rock upon their roots,

And I,

I stand and sway and tilt in time,

Quietly sipping joy,

Face upturned, eyes at rest, enraptured,

As the breath of grace

Pleasantly caresses my face,

Tussles my hair like some bonny lass

Who, smiling, calls me lover--faithful and true.

I cherish the moment and linger,

Heart full of thanks for such simple bliss,

Enriched all the more in communion.

Would that my lady were here now

To hold my hand in silence and sway with me as one,

Joined by years of intimate affection,

Drinking in the beauty of a world we seldom pause to see.