In the sparkling early morn, I look beyond my fence, Down the careful backyards, one after the other, Between serene rows of homes to the left and to the right: Their decks, azaleas, gardens radiating færie. Along that luminous road, God's mystery opens up: The unseen and the unheard shine in the brilliance: What wizards have passed in the night? What humans will emerge in the day? What deep beauty lies in the ground? Where will God take me today?
©1999, John A. Mills