Finds
By David De Jong
Wooly black calves prancin’ in golden stubble
Shifts a mind to grin and pass on its trouble
Carefree young yearlin’s full of shine and spry
With nary a woe and pleasin’ to the eye
Scattered snow geese wait their turn takin’ flight
Rested, fed and nourished on a high plain night
They hold no bags nor reservations in tow
Trustin’ in a path hidden to us below
Natures knack of tellin’ time and findin’ place
Could stand a learnin’ by our human race
We chatter and banter beggin’ for a sign
Yet when shown we declare, Lord it ain’t mine
Dance in the wind and face the rain
Give grace to the past, break the chain
Find a peace that’s stronger than any pain
Find a love that’s deeper than any gain
Snow covered summits emerge hidden for weeks
Rays of light burstin’ deflected off the peaks
A chance moment at sunrise or so it seems
Castin’ burdens aside for a glance at dreams
Skies cleared blue again of their frazzle and smoke
As azure stirred once more and winter woke
We mourn the pass of summer while holdin’ fall
Contemplatin’ meanin’, the sense of it all
Like calves of green pasture or birds takin’ wing
Seasons ne’er take time to pause yet live to sing
As the soul that toils yet can live at ease
For it knows its Maker whom it lives to please
Dance in the wind and face the rain
Give grace to the past, break the chain
Find a peace that’s stronger than any pain
Find a love that’s deeper than any gain
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