A GLINT OF GLORY
I usually forget to be amazed
That everything is wondrous in the world—
As if inside of matter always blazed
The essence of the Cosmos tightly furled.
Yet Wonder, now and then, enflames my soul,
The world lights up in glorious radiance
And all that seemed so disparate is Whole,
Now swirling in one rapturous cosmic dance.
The rapture fades again and memory
Goes dim, perhaps protectively, as if
An excess of such glorious ecstasy
Would overwhelm and sink my little skiff.
Still, I’ll be happy with the merest hint
Of Cosmic Consciousness—a tiny glint.