On Oceans of Blue

I’m sitting on a porch
That I havn’t sat on in months
I’m smelling air
That I never noticed was there
I’m enjoying sunlight
That I had forgotten
Why does it take a mask
and a hospital stay
to remind me of God’s every day glory?

I watched a fly
Search for a landing pad
I watched a lady bug
Play hide and seek
I felt the bare ground
and relished the cool of the winter grass
Why does it take seclusion
and a weakening state
to remind me of God’s every day glory?

The sound of children in the distance
Of my little doggie nearby
Of the wind in the bare branches
Reminds me of my small existence
and my large impact
in God’s every day glory

I am a field trip learner
A child of stubborn persistence
I am a bull in a pen
A thick tree with deep roots
At least I look that way
Whether I am right
Or whether I am wrong
My mind cannot be changed
I take blow after blow
Until I am flat on my ass
Until I have to look up
I am made humble
It is not my own doing
I am a bull, broken
By my loving Father
And then stronger
And grateful
And humble
I am a part of God’s every day glory

I sit on a porch
That I haven’t sat on in months
Writing from a heart
That is raw and new
Dreaming from an imagination
That is wild and free
Smiling from a mouth
That is somehow shy
Watching from eyes
That are filled with wonder
At God’s every day glory