News

Life isn’t so confusing
when you turn off the news.
Are you afraid you might
miss something?
Maybe your hunger and lack
is what really needs healing.
A goldfinch and his bride
return to my birdbath.
Blossoming forget-me-nots
are fine with the drizzle.
Weeds aren’t choosy.
They welcome both sun and rain.
Brazen rabbits loaf
among the rhododendrons,
mother and babies equally fat.
Stand barefoot in wet grass.
Close your eyes.
This moment is the season
of abundance.
You don’t need information.
A Swanson’s Thrush song
spirals into cedar silence.
And that’s the way it is
this Sabbath morning.
The gentle news
of the earth.

by Alfred K. Lamotte

(thank you to Google for the images)