Sunday, August 5, 2012

a sense of quiet

“Arranging a bowl of flowers in the morning can give a sense of quiet in a crowded day - like writing a poem or saying a prayer.”

~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea

A   L I F E 

That the stars are adamant
everyone understands—
but I won’t give up seeking joy on each blue wave
or peace below every gray stone.
If happiness never comes, what is a life?
A lily withers in the sand
and if its nature has failed? The tide
washes the beach at night.
What is the fly looking for on the spider’s web?
What does a dayfly make of its hours?
(Two wings creased over a hollow body.)

Black will never turn to white—
yet the perfume of our struggle lingers
as each morning fresh flowers
spring up from hell.

The day will come
when the earth is emptied, the skies collapse
and all goes still—
when nothing remains but the dayfly
folded in a leaf.
But no one knows it.

With thanks to V. for poetry suggestions....


  1. I love this poem. I remember you posting this before and was very happy to see it once again. The first time I read it I wrote it down and still reread very often. Thanks for this Shawna. Your posts are very inspiring - beautiful reflections of the beauty we find in solitude and stillness.

  2. wauw, this is just so amazingly beautiful! Love your blog :)


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