This is a poem that I wrote about something my boys taught me.
Water in Your Hands
Little hands are busy washing
Off the dirt they found that day
How can it take so long, I wonder
I need to hurry on my way
Then my heart becomes much wiser
My eyes are opened; I can see.
You take your time and sense no hurry
For your heart does not believe...
...Dandelions hold no wonder
There's no magic watching rain
Trust and love are not worth giving
For the risk of getting pain.
In this life we all desire
Our hearts be broken by something deep
Something that will leave us aching
With awe and wonder, breath and peace.
We rush along looking for something
That you find in sticks and sand;
Through your eyes gold holds no glory
Over water in your hands.
Copyright 2011 Sarah F. Watkins