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Sunday, October 18, 2009

The Light

It's fun to bring old poems/writing out of hiding.  Below is a poem I wrote a few years ago and is one of my favorites. 

I hope you're enjoying all your precious moments this weekend.

Sending love.




THE LIGHT


In this patch of sunlight
she writes
and wants
and waits
for something that will not come.

Steam rises
from the cold, wet grass
a single droplet
lets go
of the oak leaf.

It does not matter
what happened yesterday
or even a moment ago
The trees do not remember.
They do not
wait either, as she
does now.

They know
this full moment
is all
there is
That within it
rests

the Sun.

5 comments :

  1. you are so talented. thank you for "putting it out there". ~love

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  2. Amy. Thanks so much for taking the time to comment--it really means a lot. It's nice to feel a sense of connection with my readers.

    :) Julia

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  3. It's one of my favorites too!

    xox

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  4. It was so fun to revisit this poem, and feel the even greater power and significance it holds now, than we were even aware of at the time! Thank you, and love the photo too!

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  5. Your beautiful words, by way of poetry, have been for me today, such a gift! Thank you!

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♥ Julia