go look, and see

go look at the flowers of the field —
at the delicately shaded throats of violets
at the tightly massed tendrils of dandelion crowns
at the bristly fur of unpopped poppy buds
go look at the birds of the air —
at the shimmering gradient of a grackle’s head
     at the faded crimson cap of the she-cardinal
     at the softness and the sweetness of the speckle-feathered doves
go see these patches of godlight for what they are —
     and remember
     you are loved still more