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‘Some say poetry makes nothing happen yet some die every day for want of what is found there…’ these words of an American poet resound for many of us.
In our age of over-filled days, many of us feel the want of spaciousness and tenderness. We may long for a pause. Perhaps we long for a gentler time.
Poetry gives me that breath, that instant to relax. A moment here and a moment there might be enough. I want to see this beautiful world. I want to listen. I need to re-member what is essential.
Some say, the Beloved waits for us, not out of time but in the ordinary instants of our days. Poetry, among other things, reminds me that I can find peace as I sweep the floor, peel a carrot, sip tea in the garden.
Life becomes more fluid, it might even hold the resonance of a haiku.
Rook croaks the old oak becomes night’s bard
Poems are waiting to be written, felt and read.
Poems are markers, like pilgrim’s thresholds in the day. Cross them. Grieve. Or be grateful. Do as you need.
My friend has arranged this site with words, images and recordings. May it refresh you.
As that ancient prayer from the song book of psalms says:
When you walk through the Valley of Weeping, may it become a place of refreshing springs. May the autumn rains clothe it (and you) with blessings.
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