STOP AND STARE (GASP!)
Photo by Gabrielle Johnson (ChasingHorizons)
A Poem by Sarah Salter
God, oh my God.
Look, everyone!
Stop - stare - gape - GASP!
It’s not rude if it’s the only thing to do.
See, the mama’s growing belly bubble
inside a hemisphere of liquid life,
where He codes and weaves raw soul into person —
GASP!
Stop, or you’ll miss it.
See the chubby caterpillar, straining at his stripes,
gorging on dill and wrapping itself in a hanging glass
coffin only God could have thought up.
My God! Who but you could take
such unpromising comical beginnings
to the dewed jewel drop winged magnificents
that dance through the light and flowers?
STOP- Shut up - Listen!
They are your harolds!
Their curled tongs minute french horns-
SHHHH, only heard when we stop and stare.
Oh, oh my God!
Light giver and earth Maker.
Make me aware of all the reasons
to STOP AND STARE.
Break my busy, lazy eye,
wean out the cynic, the same old lies,
let me see all you bless us to treasure —
untapped wealth, unsuspecting pleasures.
Born in the Midwest and now transplanted in the southwest, Sarah is thriving on high altitude and sunshine. Sarah loves big cups of tea, slow book cuddles, and translating the world into words.
