Christ | Compassion | Mercy | Poetry | Understanding

ONE TO ONE
I wonder if ever amongst the One in Three
One asked Another One, “How does it feel
To walk with time and flesh our little earth;
How does it feel, my Son?” And could He tell
The barefoot feel of grass fresh-wet with dew;
The splashing of the sea upon the sand;
Sudden breeze with honeysuckle laden;
To human ears the meadowlark’s entreaty,
To human eyes the daisy-covered hill;
To climb with young-limbed strength the hoary oak.
Or stretch oneself to rest in its cool shade;
To watch as poets watch a thousand skies
And never ever see them twice the same;
To know the earthly rapture of the dawn,
Earth’s turning, yearning, reaching out for light;
And then, when day is done, to know as well
The softness and the blessedness of night;
To remember the tenderness of mother’s touch;
To walk…