Fides

a quick breeze
and tshirts
in weather too cold to be
spring
to warm to be summer
a dichotomy of grace
intermixing in sheer
gratuitous perfection

the sound of little voices
and small hands holding
gleefully
processing about campus

the children
proclaim innocense
in quite community
in awe and wonder of
small things

a new face,
a bright color,
Green balloons,
the gi-normous crack
a funny man sitting
sitting on the steps,
weird pants and all.

what can bring me back?
How does one return, to something
so passing, and so long lost?

is it abandon? or discernment?
fervor or quite?
passion, compassion,
neutrality, peacefulness,
defense, offense?
something so complex...
yet again,
melding perfectly together:
a beautiful crayon
made on the stove.