when miracles are called for

There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees,
A quiet house, some green and modest acres
A little way from every troubling town,
A little way from factories, schools, laments.
I would have time, I thought, and time to spare,
With only streams and birds for company,
To build out of my life a few wild stanzas.
And then it came to me, that so was death,
A little way away from everywhere.

There is a thing in me still dreams of trees.
But let it go. Homesick for moderation,
Half the world’s artists shrink or fall away.
If any find solution, let him tell it.
Meanwhile I bend my heart toward lamentation
Where, as the times implore our true involvement,
The blades of every crisis point the way.

I would it were not so, but so it is.
Who ever made music of a mild day?

~Mary Oliver

double down on being kind…

inquiry for today~ the subtle light of the dawn leading to dusk…..

under the circumstances

when I am silent

I fall into that place

where everything is music.

~Rumi

2 thoughts on “when miracles are called for

  1. Sunrises and sunsets over oceans, mountains, fields, cities, villages, apartments, projects, slums……..beauty as an aspect of God is everywhere if we have the eyes to see it. It usually seems sad to me when the colorful leaves are gone and the naked trees stand bereft of beauty. But a new friend has opened my eyes to shapes and I have been amazed at the many interesting and beautiful shapes there are……color is just one aspect of beauty…..there is great beauty in lines and shapes. And in people our culture has lost it’s sense of the beauty in the old……it’s in the eyes and hands and soft smiles and even in the wrinkles…if you have the eyes to see it.

    • I appreciate your reminder about shapes. And I think of that as textures as well. May your new year be fulfilling and textured with beauty dear Eileen. May you remember to slow down and enjoy- all so that you may “see.”

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