for Josiah

Who would want to miss the world?

The barn swallow’s nest
under the eve, the fiddleheads
unfolding in the forest, the
patter of spring rain

the way the mourning dove
speaks to us
of our longings

and how unfailingly sunlight
reminds us that all light
casts shadows.

The complexities of our lives
urge us away from knowing
things as they are

from realizing, perhaps,
that what we are drawn to
is God

waiting to be noticed.