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God in a Spray of Wildflowers

by Ryan Nardi

I can't hear them laughing
but I see their feet are jumping,
arms are raised,
and smiles are consuming
what were thought down faces.

I see happy children--
not exceptions.
I see sunlight ripening life.

I see them sliding
on a makeshift sled
on the grass side of a hill,
and I envy them in rapture.

I am misty eyed and changed
because of watching children play--
not exceptions, nothing separate from me,
not even separate from the tree
that separates us in the space we call "between".

They are whole humans,
more than I could hope to be,
and in that moment,
on the green slide in the breeze,
they have captured and embraced
every answer that confounds philosophy.

10/03/2008

Posted on 10/03/2008
Copyright © 2022 Ryan Nardi

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/03/08 at 10:35 PM

This is filled with very meaningful images and the emotion this provokes in you is effectively passed on to me. Such a nice touch to this - I don't know how to explain it.

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