When Life Surges

We hear it in the music
A guitar a ballad
A haunting delivery
A raspy voice;

We see it in a set of eyes
That observe from afar 
Searching longing and waiting;

We sense it in a mood
That is open and inviting
When two hearts
Beat as one;

We find it in a touch
A gentle hand
A smile a glance
Sent with purpose;

It caresses us as only a
Mind and body can do
It rejoices with patience
And care and understanding;

It turns the silence into reverie
The bustle of day
Into excitement
The night into magic;

Yet we cannot see it
Or hear it or touch it
Until we first learn
To trust it in ourselves.

Then words become poetry
And music becomes a symphony
And sights become visions
Of what is and what can be
That is when life surges
And we are part of it.