have you ever rocked
a baby ‘til he’s sleeping
soundly in your arms —
have you ever held
a broken-hearted friend
and wept while she weeps —
have you seen morning
light paint the landscape rose gold
and gild every leaf —
have you seen a skein
of geese drift lazily down
to their cornfield roost —
have you ever seen
the light in old lovers’ eyes
as they share a smile —
have you ever seen
the glory of a bridegroom
as he wins his bride —
have you borne witness
to wildflowers and wheat fields
under summer skies —
have you heard the hush
and the holy silence of
a snow-shrouded world —
have you ever seen
such beauty that you could not
put it into words?
