I am filled with ideas
and phrases and talk.
I can see that all God’s beauty
lies before me.
I want to find it all
through wide-eyed looks
and trembling smiles.
That frozen lake where my
feebly-thrown rock
bounces and lies still
is new to me.
It’s something grand and strange.
I didn’t know there was
that much cold
in all the whole big world.
And mountains watching
all around,
like God.
But I’ve seen beauty
times before
in open air-filled spaces
where hills rolled like
a blanket-covered bed
when you’re all tucked in,
where nothing stopped
you eye from seeing all
it could possibly find.
Perhaps someday I’ll find
another place
and find all the beauty
that’s there.
But long past tomorrow,
whatever I find,
my heart will turn back to the
way things were
back home.