Today's find....pretend you are a child as you read it.  A poignant reminder to "notice."


Must You Tiptoe, God?

Must you tiptoe, God?
Pass like a whisper
Through the chaos 
Of this crowded day?
Yes?

Then make me
Still enough to hear --
The chickadee's feet
Against the birch,
The leaf turning
Its back against
The coming storm
      Or

   The sound of a tear sliding
   Down a craggy slope

       Or

The rustling winds
Of an angel, announcing
Some new birth
Some new baby's
Breath.

   Must you whisper, God?
   Yes?
   Then make me, still.

--David Guiliano