Early summer
where the soil is still soft
and the grass green
mostly
Bare foot
under apple tree’s shade
and cloud-gazing through blossom
as ants and spiders tingle over
and under
Pigeons coo and crows caw
finches flit between branches
and higher still the swallows glide
Here blessed winds find me at peace
with my simple domain
free of wants and industry
I conceive an almighty being
the grand creator of this simple garden
its source and its origin, perfect
like it
But here my imagination is exhausted:
I cannot envision a resplendent throne
graceful enough to seat such magnificence
Except that it must be like
sitting under an apple tree’s shade
encircled by singing angels in flight
as the whole of creation tingles
underfoot
abdulj. 