Can you see it?

I walk barefoot through the field
Feeling the grass between my toes
As I walk alongside the gentle stream
I want to skip with you by my side
Listening, together, to the sound
Of eternity, this rippling brook,
And of birds.

Were all time laid out before me
I wonder if I might recognize
The things which,
When taken alone,
Seemed not so important
Or so very important,
To be but blades
which bend in the breeze;
And might the tiny moments
(I took them for mere buds while racing along)
Have been the sprouting of acorns
Now forests grown and shelter
For song, bird,
Or perhaps, even,
A silver flower?

Might the minutes gone be reclaimed?
Some beautiful flicker of light?
A glint off the eye of God
Giving meaning to my loss?
And the coin, which I carelessly spent, comes again?
Here do I rejoice
Not as a pauper, not as a vagabond,
But as a wanderer, once lost, finally home.