Gold – a poem by Michael S. Glaser

                           for Josiah

Who would want to miss the world?	

The barn swallow’s nest under the eve,
the fiddleheads unfolding in the forest,
the patter of spring rain

the way the mourning dove speaks to us
of our longings 

and how unfailingly sunlight and moonglow 
remind us that all light casts shadows.

The complexities of our lives urge us away
from knowing things as they are

from realizing that what we are drawn to
is God
waiting to be noticed.                                         


Michael S. Glaser, Professor Emeritus at St. Mary’s College of Maryland, served as Poet Laureate of Maryland from 2004 – 2009. He now co-leads workshops which embrace poetry as a means of self-reflection .He is the co-editor of The Collected Poems of Lucille Clifton (BOA 2012).  (more at )

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