relishing the moment

at church service one morning a couple of years back, i remember my wondering eyes finding rest on the pretty view through the windows before me. it hung like a painting with the window frames defining the moment... of the simple joys nature had to offer. The simplicity of what sat before was intense, and made me consious for the moment of the many miracles that surround us, that slip by us. luscious trees with greens so intense. and how beautiful it was to witness the gentle breeze playfully connecting with the leaves. it was beautiful how from my point of perspective, there seated at the church pew, i was offered the experience of what i call the layers of nature and life. for while i saw the picture before me in all its entirety... it moved me ... just simply because i saw the trees first, then the clouds and not long the blue sky. i was relishing the moment.

here's one of my fave poets, relishing a moment too.

Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me

Last night
the rain
spoke to me
slowly, saying,
what joy
to come falling
out of the brisk cloud,
to be happy again
in a new way
on the earth!
That’s what it said
as it dropped,
smelling of iron,
and vanished
like a dream of the ocean
into the branches
and the grass below.
Then it was over.
The sky cleared.
I was standing
under a tree.
The tree was a tree
with happy leaves,
and I was myself,
and there were stars in the sky
that were also themselves
at the moment
at which moment
my right hand
was holding my left hand
which was holding the tree
which was filled with stars
and the soft rain –
imagine! imagine!
the long and wondrous journeys
still to be ours.

Mary Oliver