Waking

by John Smallshaw
(London, England)

Time linked to space..
a concept magnificent and grand.
Who could clasp the hand of its creator
and grasp the significance of the Heavenly hand waiter?
And then tie it neatly into a bow.
Oh....
How beautiful the sky seems
now when I finally think I understand how.
It works.

All of my life spent in fruitless endeavour
and in thinking myself so stunningly clever.
... But in reality..
..I never saw the quality..
..of the beauty growing all around me..
In opening my eyes I see....in all of its Majesty..
Creation.