March Seventeenth -A Poem

Today I went for a walk.

Eventually I found myself

In a peaceful little park.

The wind was blowing gently,

And I could hear the sound of

passing cars up the hill.

Just then a golden retriever 

runs up to me, wet from the small river.

She drops her slobbery tennis ball, asking to be pet. 

I oblige, because God knows I love dogs.

A second retriever walks in circles several feet ahead

Obviously chasing something invisible to humans.

A small, chirping bird flies just over me

landing on an abandoned fence post, the remains 

of which must have once been a boundary; yet no longer.

Beyond that fence, about a hundred yards perhaps

is a bench where two young lovers sit,

Watching the boy in the green shirt and small black helmet 

Ride past on his bike. One day he too

Will sit on that bench

With a beautiful, young lady.

God must love the colors green and blue.

And I suppose brown as well. The trees, the grass,

the sky. Perhaps those are the colors of Heaven. For surely today

I have caught a glimpse of that Celestial City though some small window.