Nature As

Spiritual Experience

I race from sunrise to sunrise,

     from Sunday to Sunday,

     eyes fixed only

     on my own feet;

     never seeing the sun rise

     haloed in another’s hair;

     so bent on seeing

     my stock rise,

     I forget the sun

     also rises

     — still must rise


I race from sunrise to sunrise,

     from Sunday to Sunday,

     so much beyond my

     not taking time

     to smell the roses,

     my racing to beat time

     crushes

     the lilies of the field

     beneath my racing

     feet


2003.06.18

Norm SD Esdon

CONSIDER THE LILIES

“… Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they neither toil nor spin,

yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not clothed like one of these.”

(Matthew 6:28–29 NRSV)