SOMETIMES

I see the beauty of this creation and wonder at its variety of life and places. I notice the expressions on faces and try and find a similar recognition of the majesty surrounding . Going to and fro, coming from and heading for. Never stopping for a moment to notice the pieces all fitting so neatly and correct to provide the setting. But sometimes there is someone who notices the rain and the sheen it leaves behind to make life brighter . A seeing of a dazzling butterfly as if for the very first time. The wonder of a bird in flight, the grandeur of the peaks or the peace that  comes from the flowing waters of a stream and then the realization of our smallness along with the knowledge of our complexity. It is a joy to recognize this shared awe of all that was, all that is and the hope of what may be. But only sometimes.