sitting on the screen porch the sunlight
dances from branch to branch birdsong
hops within the vast aviary of an Osage orange
just outside this windowed nest lawnmowers are droning
in the distance and i am peacefully reminiscing
glad for all that has brought me here
out into this clear space aloft in the tree tops

every thorny wall has crumbled into the sky
and it is oh so serene here when i do not try
to understand the why or the why not nor to deify
anything beyond this holy spirit breathing in me

©John Greenleaf-Maple 5/12/17