Today is Day 16
Wink, Blink, Nod and Noticing
She noticed between blinks
And after she wiped the sleep
From her eyes, deposited in the dead of night
By the one who comes when she dreams
The same one who deposits poetry on her pillow
Or so it seems
She added a second to her gaze
Stared long enough to penetrate the foggy haze
Caught with her net the moments and minutes
The instants worth saving suddenly seem infinite.
She felt it in breathes, found more in between beats of her heart
They slipped from the shadows, these new moments she now
Noticed, every
Wink, blink and stare
Time floats through the air
Sails with the greatest of ease
While we are sleeping and eating and saying our prayers.
She noticed that it was the smallest of things
That she held both tight with all her might
And had carelessly missed, they slipped
Through her fingers and into the cracks
This new realignment, adjusted her heart
To see all that was precious, tiny and small
The voice on the phone reminded her of this
And she, the detester of cliche and worn weary phrase
Adopted the words in heart that day
Anyway
As she travelled half blind down the highway
Shrouded in worry, dwelling on things she had missed.
This is not a dress rehearsal
This is for real
Do-overs are rarely part of the plan
This is it, this is all, this is the real deal.
This side of heaven, it’s gift to hold loose in our hand
For all the grace and forgiveness
She soaks in like a dry rag
She’s comes to know
In the blink of an eye
And a wink of her soul
As she nods her head at the truth
Of what she’d been told.
This is your life
Don’t blink
Act One
Act Two
And the final one too
What you are doing and saying
From New York, to Paris, to Kalamazoo
It is true
It is now
This minute
Though paved with His goodness and oodles of grace
She was reminded
She is breathing and living
These days of her life
So she vows to renew
Her vows
To soak in and notice it all
Including not excluding the pain
And suffering
Disappointment and shame
And that makes the road
The one paved with grace
More important than ever
As
She recalls the valuable
Advise of a sage
Who told her repeatedly
This life, it isn’t a race
We are winners
Sojourners, journeymen
Fellow travellers here
Noticing
Noticing
Noticing it all
From the moment the sun breaks
Until nightfall
And more important than anything else, the middle
The moments, the center, the time in between
These are the greatest, the smallest
The most important
Small things.
The repetitions of extraordinary
Ordinary
Daily routines.
The cream of an Oreo
The jelly in a jelly doughnut
Wink and its over
Blink and its gone
She’ll lay her head down
On soft goose down
And nod off tonight like she does every one
Knowing tomorrow she’ll vow yet again
To go forth from slumber
A new song she’ll sing
A song filled with promise and hope
Into the land that has a new name
Wink, Blink and Nod
And now
Noticing.
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