Monday, June 1, 2020

Garden splendour.

Blue skies,
Nature’s colourful canopy.


We busy distracted 
and self consumed



Pass by with
mild indifference.





Sure it’s only 
a weed!



Ah but what’s a weed?
Only a flower in another's eye.
God’s eye





Can we not wonder 
at these “dappled things”





Can the poet in us 
not see “God’s Grandeur”



Or the mystic 
infuse our senses.