I have seen
I have sat in a woods .... On a cool fall morning, and smelt the freshly fallen leaves that become my carpet.
I have seen the circles of life exposed on a newly fallen tree and felt the cool sap on my fingers ....
Yes, I have seen.
I have lain on the damp sand and heard the ocean waves rush to shore and depart again.
I have smelled the salty and fragrant waves as I watched the sun slowly sink into ocean with a fiery orange glow and felt small in the presence of greatness.
Yes, I have seen
I have sat upon the top of a mountain on a sheet of pine needles and watched the sun arise from a distant valley. I have listened to the eagles call for me to pay attention and the wind caress my skin to show me I was experiencing a miracle ...
Yes, I have seen
Yes, I have seen more than most yet less then some ...
And stored each experience in my very spirit.
With countless experiences, I can recall most in vivid detail
I stored with each memory the smell, touch, feel, sound and sight
Of all I experienced
A treasure chest filled with experiences that left me breathless
Are within my reach so I can pull from it and relive the miracle
Of that day, that second of my life that enriched my being
Therefore, I can pull them out and experience them repeatedly
When a day comes upon me that is filled with strife
Or a day emerges filled with complications and emotional turbulences
I reached into the treasure chest of my life
And know I am blessed because .... I have seen
Rhiannon Waits .... 2003
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