Lessons everywhere, joys just waiting to be found
Springs of everlasting love
Are hidden in the stones.
I strike the rock with a hard glance
I listen for my name
I smell a rose of gentleness
In a fleeting, hurried bouquet.
Some are learned on pondering,
Some lightning quick and sure
Some unsettle, spin me round
Some comfort me with hope
But they are there surrounding me
I need only open wide
My eyes, my ears, my heart, my soul
To grace awaiting me in lessons pressing in.