*Sometimes a poem needs time for completion, time and patience and receptive waiting. Just like Life. Here are the final two stanzas of yesterday’s piece. Wishing you sweetness and Love in your own time of waiting*
Glass is my essence
Spun granular particles
Kissed into being
Glass chards crystal beads
Shimmering with Cosmic light
Reflecting the One
Never had power
Like mighty rivers coursing
Into city streets
Nor power to stretch
My own branches to Heaven
With roots holding firm
Glass is my essence
Spun granular particles
Kissed into being
There’s something about this imposed isolation–I’m sure you feel it too–that pushes hard against creativity–for me, anyway. It’s like I’m waiting. I’m sitting in the waiting room waiting for answers to a question I can’t even voice, can’t even imagine much less pronounce. Or maybe I’m just waiting to be called, unsure if I even have an appointment, if anyone knows my name, their own names,or if any of us exist at all.
Meanwhile, the free flow of our days now falls into tidy compartments: early morning exercises are followed by huddling around the news; Scrabble games and phone calls are punctuated by catching news updates; Tuesdays we compose online grocery list for Friday pick-up then check headlines; I drift away to write or read, attend to laundry or meals, but everything is weighted with current events.
Only moments sparkle, each precious moment is like the random sunbeam slanting between clouds, pushing its sweet way into the world,past dark phantoms, struggling to find a passageway for itself, to create a passageway for its fellows, to reach meand you, my garden, your rooftop, our spirits, our world.
Thank you, my darling friends, for sharing this moment with me, for the light and blessing you are to the world, for the sweetness of your being.
*From One With Willows, copyright 2019*
Waking In The Dark
waking in the dark
waiting for the spark
of dawn
or inspiration
or the train at the station
o please don’t tarry
to simply carry
mee away
to where Love abides
forever
and a day
Hands speak beyond words
Feet and arms are directed
The heart proclaims Life
If Loving joins us
Alive with playful singing
Creation delights
Now is a clearing
In Time’s misty forever
Where action abides
Just a barbecue
Backyard careful clean and masked
Open loving hearts
On The Other Hand
…glimmers of sweetness in these difficult times
Maybe you’ve noticed: the need for Social Distancing is creating a broader sense of community; that providing virtual access to events has the remarkable outcome of enabling access to folks who are usually limited by physical barriers; driving after dark, dealing with stairs, even finding a babysitter–these challenges no longer prevent participation when creative thinking is set in motion. Now let’s just keep it rolling.
*smile*
So what glimmers of sweetness have you observed lately? Please share your brightness!
Wishing you sweetness always
Silence hovers near
Holds the door open
Waiting
For any who dare
