Lost Song

Somewhere, at some time, someone

Will discover this lost song, and be as one—

As one as the song, and one as the one 

Who sings it. Let fade Time’s protean decree.
Here, we exist in eternity. Let this be the sieve

That carries the gold from the river,

The endless sunrise that stirs you

From your troubled slumber.

Let your awakening be a perfect reconciliation,

Your every gesture, an act of faith.

The air breathes into your lungs its aromatic breath,

And you breathe into the song. The song, in turn,

Breathes into your soul, and the souls

Of all who hear it. And within your soul

There is a promise being kept, an eternal embrace

Between the infinite aspects of your being,

A tender kiss between all that you know

And all that you are now learning, a Truth

That makes you tremble, that makes you weep.

Keep reading. Soon this song will not be lost,

And both of us—you who read and I who write—

Will find what it is that we seek.

Afternoon in Boston Common 11/16/19

My eyes behold a sun-drenched field

Of bright green grass 

Strewn with shimmering leaves

Made silver in the sunlight.

A young couple saunters around,

Bending down to pet a little squirrel

Who has learned to comingle with the people

In this park of peace.

The church bells play a merry,

Then a somber song.

I wander along, and I myself stop to say hello

To a little squirrel. 

I take a seat on a green bench along the walk

To watch the passersby and think 

Peaceful and solemn thoughts.
A young man walking by—from out of nowhere, it seems—

Approaches me with his hand extended. 

I shake it warmly.

He offers me a hug, and I don’t find this strange

In the least. I get up and embrace him,

He wishes me a good day, and I him,

Then he goes on his way.

Overwhelmed with gratitude, but a little

Dubious, I watch the leaves skip across

The pavement in the gentle breeze,

And the many shades of yellow, red, orange, and green 

Of trees lit up by the sun,

Two squirrels as they run

Around the thick base of a sprawling oak,

And the people—the wonderfully mysterious

People—who have so much love to give,

They can barely restrain their hearts from bursting

Just from the simple sweet connections
They make along the way.