A Life in a Day
2/12/2020
I wonder at Indigo light glinting off
the glass still Napa River at sunrise;
at the Caramel smooth depth
of a cup of coffee skillfully made;
at cool air perfumed by eucalyptus and wild licorice;
at the peaceful expanse of
San Francisco from 30,000 feet above it;
at the goddess whose velvet embrace
welcomes me home tonight.
Wonder has overawed me!
I wonder at the extravagance of God;
to simply give all that one so helpless as I
could ever need, and then still more.
I wonder how it is that a simple sinful man
became a man of such true wealth.
Above all I wonder at a truth—
that wonder of this kind
enlarges a man, expands his
universe, so that
he is set free from the mad world of
ambition and competition and puny envy,
and instead enters into
an inexhaustible inheritance every morning.
This is no boast, for I did not seek it out.
No, a wild rush of wind
simply blew by
and carried me away.
And that is how this man in wonder is
paradoxically in motion towards the good,
and yet I remain utterly--praiselessly--passive.
