She Sees the Goodness
She marvels at the way the river
Rushes along, clear, cold, so carefree,
Throwing off all thought of things past.
She wonders at the beauty of the night sky,
Beyond imagining, so vast,
The stars too numerous to count.
She delights in the glory of plants,
The miracle of their re-birth, the bounty,
After winter’s harsh and icy breath.
She praises the faithfulness of pets,
Their steadfastness, in life and in death,
The stamp of genuine feeling.
She sees the goodness in people’s hearts,
The anonymous ones, and the healing
It brings to a fractured, cynical age.