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
