ON A NEW MORNING by Ron Starbuck

Road to Big Bend National Park ~ Ron Starbuck © 2020

ON A NEW MORNING
 
 
The sun rose. And afterwards,
As before, it set.
 
And repeated this sequence, as a
Cycle of life.
 
We did not cherish its light or warmth
Often enough. And then it was gone.
 
Too frequently, we were inattentive or
Simply held the world at a distance.
 
Away from the affections of our own 
Hearts, away from one another.
 
Today, time has slowed, and a stillness has 
Descended upon the earth.
 
As if, things not yet seen, have suddenly been
Revealed in an ecstasy of anguish.
 
Something new, beyond agony, has entered our sight
And step by step the world transforms itself.
 
On morning walks, even in our self-imposed
Separation, we find some reassurance.
 
In a neighbor’s presence, a tentative glance, 
A simple acknowledgment becomes a benediction.
 
Even the mockingbirds are singing new songs,
Ones we never heard before, listen.
 
Hidden in the bright melodies, angels call out
Our name. This too, is a blessing.
 

Ron Starbuck
Copyright © 2020