I like the way the morning sky
bleeds through the branches of the elms
in the thin row of trees
lining the east side of the small pasture.

I like the way morning clouds
soften the rising of the sun
but still let that slight red crescent
shine through the break.

I like the quiet stillness 
of the maples and mulberry
while Randa and I move from place to place
tending to the cleaning of pen and paddock.

I like the way the horses stand still,
lingering for a few minutes near us
instead of trotting away to graze
as soon as we slip the halters off.

I like the muted blues and grays
drifting slowly in over the ridge,
hinting of rain
but not threatening.

I like the nearness of peace
that speaks through the Spirit
even in the nearness of turmoil and tragedy,
reminding me that I am to love my neighbors

and my enemies.