Beauty in the Eye of a Goose
by Vicky Bowker Jeter
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
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This moment is literal, and occurred
just this last Monday, March 25, 2007
Dedicated to that which is Greater than
Monday morning dawns business bustling
Computer humming, clock ticking,
I am focused in my fragile
A chance sideward glance
out Nature's windowed world--
Her eye captures mine--transfixed!
A Most Graceful Canadian Goose--
her beak a mere window payne apart
from my very nose.
My techno-bubble bursts
like raindrop dew.
As if I am in her petting zoo,
she studies me intently: "Hmmm. . .
average human female, adaquately
kept in. . . well,
stuffy, but acceptable surroundings
for a human, I suppose.
If ever we were to let her out,
I wonder. . .
would she dare to fly!?"
Frankness of Spirit through her gaze
pierces my presence,
sending "Beauty" soaring
to a new dimension in Soul.
I am humbled.
Vicky Bowker Jeter
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|Reviewed by Rafiriio Daniels
|very interesting piece of work! enjoyed!|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|A wondrous encounter, Vicky, and I often wonder what many animals think of me when our paths cross, but in each encounter, I, too, feel both blessed and humbled.|