Once again
The moment my soul began anew,
My heartbeat pounded fiercely in my ears,
My vitality burst in every vein,
And I realized, yes, I was alive.
As I pulled cold air deep into my lungs,
And realized the swelling joy in my heart,
And sympathized for those less fortunate than I,
Not to be here at this moment.
I contemplated life in every degree,
In a moment’s time without thinking,
I could have scaled the highest peak,
And jumped just to feel what it was like.
Feel? Yes, I know, I mean
Not the feelings of imminent death,
Those, unfortunately, lurk all about us every day,
But,
Rather,
That splendid, perfect moment of being alive.
Every sensation heightened to the perfect degree,
You would fall,
Feeling,
The cold tingle of air,
Seeing,
The beauty, so vast, below,
Feeling so small
Heart racing, lungs drawing, again and again in that cool life,
And to know, you will land
Soft,
And quiet,
In the most gentle of ways.
In a dream, perhaps.
Or, maybe, you will find yourself standing alone,
In the early morning,
Watching deer chase each other through the gray mists,
As the sun rises like a burning Phoenix,
Barely penetrating the fog yet, but gaining
The stillness touching,
The cool air brushing your lips,
Sinking deep into your body,
Like the very breath of God.
And to know, just to know,
That this moment is yours,
Yours alone.
Perfection.
So, I found this beautiful book hidden in the library here entitled ‘The Magic of Minerals’ by Olaf Mendenbach and Harry Wilk. It’s spectacular! If you were not to find it informative, it would at least be a fascinating picture-book, because the photographs are utterly splendid. Seriously. Find this book 
However, no, that pretty little poem was not drawn from these pages; rather I just made it up in the last fifteen minutes. I love the mornings here at Iowa Western. I really, truly, hate waking up for a seven-thirty class, I believe that it is a form of cruel and unusual punishment and ought to be banned because our constitution forbids it. However, despite its bad points, the campus is stunning in the morning.
The hills are so finely etched on one side driving in, and the woods across from it stately, and in the cool, gray air of an early morning, it all looks truly majestic. There were some deer this morning, too. I dunno, it really was neat. I have class in a bit and I want to do some actual writing on my story before it so I’m gonna find some pictures from that book and leave you with them. Seriously, when I get it back into the library, if you happen to be a student here, go in and check it out, it’s cool J Goodbye!!!
Sarah
http://www.keysminerals.com/minerals/07tus2qtz/minerals07tus2qtz_en.html