Reflections on Life

<b>BEGINNINGS</b><br>How mystery-simple<br>to produce<br> (if not to tend) <br>a Man. </p> <p>Then<br>One moment<br>for variegated dreams<br>to start what they<br>began: </p> <p>That moment<br>not first breath or cry<br>but touch (or lack) <br>of love-warm vision<br>to beginning span. </p><p><b>THE BUTTERFLY</b><br>As you turned<br>From the place of blessing<br>You were as a chrysalis<br>Unwrapped; <br>Momentarily static<br>But radiantly new: </p><p>Your wings still folded <br>Colors yet to be revealed -<br>Poised<br>Toward<br>Coming momentum<br>But stunned<br> By freshness of view. </p><p>I grew up in the middle of New York NY beginning at the very end of World War II: an artificial city life sprinkled with summers elsewhere. I met Jim Morrisson (my husband of 63 years) when he was a law student and we sang in the same choir. (Back then we loved the music but we didn't know God yet.)</p><p>We venture forth every day into the hours that are given to taste the Life all around us and see God's Fingerprints everywhere. Such is the basis of this poetry that we share here. Hope is a blessing available to all of us on this side of the sod. May some of these poems bless you too.</p>