I have seen the glory of God shine brightly
on the leaves of afternoon, new wrought spring leaves
free of rust, unsoiled in the sun there, highly
placed in the treetops.
I have seen the shimmering waves of wheat stalks
in the morning breaking of dawn which casts dew
off their shoulders, shaking their heads with windblown
gusto and laughter.
I have seen the randomness spotted fawn stand
wobbly for the first time and duck his head down
to his mother’s teats for a suckle bleating
royal and childlike.
I have seen the she-wolf in hiding, tongue lolled,
shallow breathed, impatiently near the hare’s run,
coiled to pounce, the darkness holding her steady
waiting and waiting.
I have seen the kingfisher dive for minnows
swimming shallowly in the pond’s calm surface
reach and grab and fly to the green ash braining,
I have seen me circling, seducing fervent
love and wonder if m’lord watches voyeur-
bent and lonely-eyed for a moment, bashful
smiles, at our gasping.
He must see the glory of love fulfilled through
us in ways we cannot begin to fathom,
but the funnel spider is weaving funnels
we are left searching.