This morning I set out to look for you.
In prayer, I wondered if you were peeking at me out the red brick windows as I was passing
Then suddenly I was hopeful
I wondered if you were singing to me through the toddler giggling and picking up pebbles
Then I recalled, that is your song
It started that way this morning
I then passed by a lady who pointed out a group of bird-watchers
and two Herons in a tree
So I joined their elation from afar but,
(in forgetful packing this morning)
I decided it was best I didn't go that way
Instead I went on
and it was early enough to hear the grasshoppers in sync as I was passing
Late enough to be delighted by all the shade patterns along the path
and I enjoyed your humour in the wasps chasing my feet
I didn't wonder
then there was peace
all of us content together
Sometimes content in beauty
sometimes in grief as I stopped to read all the memorials of those who also joined you here,
their moments of hope of warm winds
and memories of their Joy In your adorning of the meadows
All of us together in that space
Beautifully broken...the stilled remnants of life glazed over by moss in muddy waters
Calm,
but my mind was far from quiet
I enjoyed the Seagull that darted from the group just to spy me
and then em-pathetically joined to the woman rowing down the river
(caught her very quickly waving to the seagulls as she was passing)
We shared a chatty sky and spurts of silence as she pushed forth with the waters that past the rock dividing the river
But that wasn't all you gave today...
You connected me with the blue dragonfly
hovering over a calm pond
and your keeping of (for all of us in September)
the vibrant greens behind thousands of branches
beside the places where water looked thick like lava
and upon leaving, a crumpled old face in the bark of an old tree.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem