When He made the world,
God had Monday, August 27, 2012,
In mind as His ideal.
I know this much, because I lived it.
Late summer, the day before middle school starts,
And she swims with a friend at the quarry:
Warm water, bright sunshine, wrapped in a
Shawl of dry caressing breezes.
How fortunate am I, having the dumb luck
To take this Monday off from work,
Present and relaxed,
Feeling the essential goodness of things,
Gazing at her 11-year-old self moving through the water,
Full of grace and delight, all mine by not
Being mine at all. All her, in her elegant creation
And glory. Daughter, sweet daughter: She swims.
God had Monday, August 27, 2012,
In mind as His ideal.
I know this much, because I lived it.
Late summer, the day before middle school starts,
And she swims with a friend at the quarry:
Warm water, bright sunshine, wrapped in a
Shawl of dry caressing breezes.
How fortunate am I, having the dumb luck
To take this Monday off from work,
Present and relaxed,
Feeling the essential goodness of things,
Gazing at her 11-year-old self moving through the water,
Full of grace and delight, all mine by not
Being mine at all. All her, in her elegant creation
And glory. Daughter, sweet daughter: She swims.
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