Collect the Miracles
The night is crawling
Up to my bed,
And “King of Queens”
Is all I’ve said.
The lights of Manhattan
Are on my screen,
The jazz is cool,
And the river clean.
The palm tree’s swaying
Behind my back,
So all I’m saying
Is: “There’s nothing I lack!”
Wife and child,
Home and love,
Creativity faithful
Art from above.
Pizza movies,
Pop corn fun,
Garden barbecue,
Laughs in the sun.
Working with students
So young and strong,
Making music
And love in the sun.
Reincarnation discovered,
Universal wake up,
Soul uncovered,
Spiritual make up.
Society’s a lie,
Soul is the truth,
God is the touch
That will kiss and sooth.
Search for happiness,
Like that gold,
A falling leaf,
A story told.
A starry sky,
A flirty smile,
Birds that fly
And make you try.
That action movie
You love so much,
That chocolate pudding,
That sensual touch.
Love is everything,
Joy is now,
Search the world
For the heavenly now.
The only thing that
Really counts
Are the days of love,
Not the amounts.
The only constant
Is constant change,
Where the lights
Are rearranged.
They say that God
Works in mysterious ways,
So listen carefully
To the tune he plays.
Not the farce
Of manipulation’s war,
Not the weird gluttony
Of vanity’s door.
No, simple existence,
The joy of “I am”
Feeling, not thinking,
Is spiritual glam.
Pamper your glory,
Find what is right,
Collect the miracles,
And the horizon’s in sight.
Charles E.J. Moulton
Writer and Opera artist
