Little Distractions

Sometimes that curiosity within,

a captivated child that still exists

when I push my pretensions aside,

makes life abound with such sweetness —

she is patient to attend the smallest 

amusements in her awed regard

for all things enchanting — 

a new bloom, the slant of light 

through a tree, the way the grass 

moves in the afternoon breeze.  

She wonders at the coo of a dove, 

the humming of bees, the murmur 

of quaking aspen leaves,

the gurgle of a stream.  

She is as satisfied with the beauty 

of a ladybug shell as in the wonderment 

she feels when she dreams 

at the sight of Picasso’s Starry Night, 

and she delights in the moon’s 

soft light as much as the morning’s 

sun against her cheek,

her faced turned up in thankfulness

for such a charming life complete

with gifts and pleasant passions,

creation’s beauty simplified 

in the miraculous, God’s grace

magnified in life’s

little distractions.

—C.L. Fisher, May 2020

Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writing and images, are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.

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