The Mystery ~

The Mystery At Hand

Once, in my lack of understanding,
it was my belief that the mystery
was somewhere in the distance.
But in time I came to realize
that the mystery was at hand,
in the next raindrop that fell,
in the next rainbow that followed,
in the next puppy wagging its tail,
in the next scent of the rose,
in the next infant that smiled,
in the next mother that wept,
in the next bird that took wing,
in the next stream that gurgled,
in the next act of forgiveness,
in the next song that was sung,
in the next moment of silence,
in the next rising of the sun,
in the next shadow on the wall,
in the next breezes that blew,
in the next gleam in loving eyes,
in the next heart that fluttered,
in the next poem that was penned,
in the next ear that hearkened,
in the next hand reaching out,
in the next prayer that was said.

-Richard Doiron