Midnight On A Saturday Morning

Midnight On A Saturday Morning prose poem

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Just past 7:00 AM on an early and sunny Saturday morning,
I walked out my back door and onto the open patio
In a very short while, I saw the beauty of the day slowly unfold
A lovely June morning brought fresh revelations like a priceless scroll
This pre-sunrise morning began to create its own peace and loveliness,
Like the quiet reading of a chapter, in a story being told

As I walked past my grandson’s cat, she looked at me,
Clearly realizing that it was her feeding time
With eyes and ears already focused on other things,
I walked on by, paying her no mind

I felt the cool morning breeze flowing through the Sacramento Valley
I heard the leaves in the trees as they swayed just a little, from the flow
Of the soft and gentle wind
I knew that I was not in heaven, when I heard the sound of traffic from
A major street a few blocks away
Moments later, there was the sound of an airplane in the distant sky
That’s when I noticed that the sky was clear and free, and no dark clouds did I see

As I looked to my left, I was arrested by a most gorgeous cactus blossom waving to me.

I could not help but stare, as it was dressed so lovely in captivating pink
Then I observed the progress of our nectarine tree, and knew that it was going
To bear some sweet fruit this summer too.

My ears tuned in to the sound of the mild banging of a hammer from somewhere close by
Then I was entertained by a happy bird or two, whistling like they usually do.
I must say, that the things they speak about, whistle about, chirp about,
and sing about are most beautiful to my ears

As I paced back and forth across my back yard and along the walk way,
I sensed a peaceful Presence, and could not help but utter a prayer of thanksgiving to God
As I was thinking and meditating, observing and listening, it began to get brighter
As I looked over my left shoulder, I spotted an explosion of light from the sun,
Slowly rising out of the Eastern sky

I looked once more at that beautiful pink cactus flower, and it was ever so stunning to me
As the flower continued to wave to me, I’m sorry to say that I could not resist the temptation to pull it. I later placed the beautiful flower in my granddaughter’s vase next to her lovely picture. As I turned to go inside, I looked once more at “Midnight”, and fed her.

Again I meditated a bit and began to give thanks.
I gave thanks for the fact that so much beauty could be captured in my little back yard, in so little space, in so little time. I tell you, every sight that I saw, every sound that I heard, and all the warmth that I felt, grew me ever so closer to God.

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I am a retired minister and the husband of Barbara for 42 years. We reside in Sacramento ,Ca. We have two sons and a daughter, and we are the proud grandparents of 6 children.
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Raghavendran Ramachandra Rao
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Nature has so much to show , if only we use of our eyes and hear, if we use our ears. Dawn and Sunsets offer wonderful scenes that one cannot forget easily. Even a small backyard could give one such pleasure becomes evident from your narration. A nice narrative.

Raghavendran Ramachandra Rao
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You are most welcome.

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