Poem

There are moments
In life
When a veil, hardly noticed before, is removed from my eyes and I am allowed to see.
Really see.
And I know that what I am seeing is not of this earth.
Not man-made.
In these moments
I am looking into the face of God.

First Sight
Watching Garrett Sherwood
Strumming and playing away
Made time pause and say
"Stop. Look."
I looked and watched as this man was transported into a new realm
By his music.
It was the tears of "Bring Him Home"
The beautiful ache of "La Vie en Rose"
And the goosebumps of "The Music of the Night"
All rolled into one.

Second Sight
Talking with my sister
Also made time stop
And I could see
The fire in her eyes
Consume her.

Third Sight
Our Town.
Our Town, Our Town, Our Town.
The one that set everyone, and everything, on fire.
"Do any human beings realize life as they live it? Every, every minute?"
Thornton Wilder had snatched the veil from my eyes
And refused to give it back.

Music.
Theater.
Flurries of passion.
Moments of sight.
All I can do is stand
And breathe
And wonder.