Life

Red as blood,
a tiny thing pushes up,
through wintered earth,
seeking light, and warmth,
to turn green, a glory.
I kneel,
as if in prayer,
to marvel at this gift.
This moment is what I have,
and praise, praise
that love has made this one
amazing day,
this wondrous thing,
this life, rising
in all the immensity
of a billion, billion stars
which should sigh for sheerest joy
that this bit of green,
this living thing,
should even be.
And it will die someday,
and I and you,
and all who read these words,
and every bit of this sweet, good earth.
But something in us
will sing forever
of the life, this life,
we knew
one day in Spring.

--Timothy Haut, March 27, 2016