Belief

Perhaps if we get quiet enough to hear,
trust enough to feel,
and see again with childhood eyes,
we may remember or recognize what it is all about.

Perhaps it’s a matter of opening to yes.

Opening to greet
whatever at the door we meet,
with faith in its worth,
with thirst for its zest.

Perhaps if we sing a chorus of yeses,
as abracadabra,
the curtain parts wide open, or partially open,
and we may again see and hear
that which lies beyond this here.

Yes, may it be so.