The clutter of life- it’s noise and feuds;
“Essential activity”, our soul concludes.
To read, to laugh, to stop and see;
Observe the bird in yonder tree.
A story told in natural springs;
The life that’s awed by simple things.
How much is missed through vain pursuits-
Of wealth and fame – poor substitutes.
To wander through the evergreens,
Mountain tops and deep ravines.
The heart unfettered freely sings;
The life that’s marked by simple things.
Hollow-eyed and gaunt you’ll be-
For missing life’s simplicity.
To perch upon a bale of hay,
And watch the dawning of the day.
To strum and pluck the banjo strings-
The life that’s filled with simple things.
In spite of Adam’s ruined race
Behold! The world of common grace!
To plant a seed expectantly;
To eat it fruits indulgently.
The sunset and the eagle’s wings-
The life that sees God’s simple things.
~ By Daniel Kriss
28th August, 2019