Finally

 
We lovers spend
more and more
time watching
miracles burst through
the loam
of the ordinary,
a seed silently
exploding into its
still green fountain,
a trillium petal
crowning from its pink
womb bud,
unfurling that first
white breath
bathed in dew.
We attend the least
significant revelations
until we actually see
atoms and photons
dissolving back
into the eye
of God,
and we become so poor
in spirit 
we can't find
any difference
between the Kingdom
and a quark.
I've spent 10,000
lifetimes learning
this art of wonder.
Now I'm finally
a fool,
and I'm just going
to enjoy it.



'First Trillium' from Brambled Way