Blue Magpie29 May 2003

Well actually I won't post it because I have done my three for this week. But here it is.A Rainstorm Over Angelo’s Cafe
(18/5/2003)
To live, is to be part of all that lives.
To feel within your soul the greater beat
of beauty in a world spread at your feet,
and be ennobled by the joy it gives.
The distant hills, greyed by the Summer rain,
the thunder telling tales of hidden might,
the swallows as they flick their magic flight,
the cat watching the sparrows peck at grain,
contribute in their own entrancing ways
to bless the moment and its joyous kiss,
that leaves a ling’ring memory of bliss,
and stirs my mind to symphonies of praise.
A moment’s peace, felt, yet best defined
less by what’s there, than by what’s left behind.