The Marrow Of Morning (For Haven) Poem by r james sterzinger

Everything for granted taken
never considering a sparrows
fall. in a world too busy too fast
for consideration we've lost

This miraculous edge:
the blessing of rain or love
after an excruciating drought
of either, or both.

The buoyancy of a kite straining,
to be held up in a summer's wind,
a world of clouds, the passing of storms;

Or maybe even could it be
that still, breath of God
that a newborn craves barely
holding on to a corner of her new life?

We have taken too much
far too long for granted
forgetting to remember
there are to be lessons learned:

Over there, right there,
in the field's lilies
in a sparrow's free fall
in the marrow of morning
and of mourning.