He Has Only Just Begun

The chirping of the first bird to which I listen And the first ray of the sun that glistens Are not the beginnings, yet, continuations? Of his caring hand, carrying on its liberation Like untimely drizzling and winged termites Surprises set in with inexplicable delights. Each petal that unfurls from fresh flowers Rays that spread out like rainbow showers Movements of the mind and heart with feelings Timely movement of the sun above the ceilings Birds and beasts have good and bad times. Hearts chant songs of the almighty in chimes. Each act he begins, like ripples on water, spreads With the emerging moon, his graces flow ahead. Each moment is an era of mercy in his hands. They're countless, like gold-dust-like desert sands.