The Song You can hear it in the morning brewing in the coffee pot As you sit at the kitchen table at dawn Later in the day, when youre busy at work You can hear it in the rustle of papers down at the copy machine And though youre too involved think about it Still, you dance along You can hear it when your wife calls at noon You say “I was just thinking of you” And she says “I just thought Id call” You can see it in a dogs eye And in the toes of a tiny kittens paw You can feel it in the hand of a stranger As he helps you up from sidewalk After an icy night fall Just as you can feel it in the smooth wooden handles Of old, well worn tools You can taste it in a freshly cooked cob of corn Or in the water from a hose Out in the yard down at the farm Its the nothing That makes everything whole And the something that fills the cool air Of empty beaches and elementary schoolyards That makes you want to visit On Sunday afternoons Everything that lives, everything that is Dances a grand dance And sings a grand song Living is music And the secret in life Is to listen for the melody And then sing along If ever you wondered at the gossip Of a bushy brown squirrel Or sat in the car with your girlfriend Outside the airport for two hours one afternoon Watching 737s take off Youve noticed for awhile A few of the notes in lifes long song And felt the gentle rhythm That nudges and twirls us all Youll never know where youre going Unless you can tell where youve been To know where you are right now You have to learn to appreciate The things that are right in front of you Dewey Dirks From “The Questioning Way”
Posted on: Thu, 24 Jul 2014 13:14:05 +0000
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