A Master's Touch

He watches the sunset.
And wonders anew.
He admires the handiwork.
It shows a master's touch.

He sees the smile of a girl.
Can't resist, must smile himself.
Everything seems so much brighter.
And his spirits are lifted.

He observes his friend being a friend.
Feels that he is actually someone.
He notes that his life has changed.
His friend has made him better.

He is hugged and notices a change.
He feels so much healthier and full of energy.
So little an action has done so much.
What magic is this?

He smells the roses.
And his tensions ease.
Admires their beauty.
So much in so little.

Night comes and he sees the stars.
They look so small, yet have tremendous power.
He can't match their might.
Their pale light weave a web of beauty across the sky.

The children are at play.
Full of life and energy.
To them, nothing is impossible.
Anything can be done.

He turn to his wife and starts to speak.
But she already knows his words.
For they share one soul.
They need no words.

He learns science and math.
There is an elegant beauty present.
So abstract and yet so relevant.
They speak of unknown power.

He sees the cycle of life.
Of birth and death.
Nothing really ends.
But continues on.

He senses meaning behind all this.
Just beyond his grasp.
Perhaps someday he'll understand.
And meet the Master.


Morris Cox
May 18, 1998