A Beam of Light
A beam of light, a shade of blue.
The shadows at dusk, the memory of a fragrance.
The stroke of a brush, the turn of a phrase.
The breath of a song, the line of the horizon.
Each of these can be our teacher.
A truth can be revealed by a discarded paper cup.
There are no limitations to moments of awe.
They are not confined to mountain heights
Where only the strong and idle may roam.
They live among the common things of life.
A crust of bread, a fallen leaf.
A breeze that touches our hair.
Water running over our hands.
A passing word from a stranger.
All things at hand, all things within reach.
Every moment of every day
Can become the gates to Wonder.