Peering into the day
there is the sea
with tide and wind,
the sound of birds
and cloud filled sky.
There is the land
green and rising
after winter sleep
and there is the heart
empty of longing,
with room at last
for silence.
photograph by Terry Stoupa
Reading of “Room at Last” with music by Los Angeles Master Chorale
Aumen! I hold this view of the post pandemic world.
I pray we find our way to this…
Amen & AHO!
Don, if a “boat” is your literal desire, this poem is for my boating brothers. Of course, you mean something more complex and wise than that. The poem is lovely.
Thank you.
Don, I feel the longing of the land, misused, abused, torn up, and ultimately discarded. May it also find peace and restoration.
One simply needs to remain awake, conscious of one’s living environment.You might be amazed to hear a “critter” reply if you send it a gentle greeting. A cottontail rabbit apparently now resides in my yard and doesn’t scamper away when I’m coming and going.
Beautiful,Don…yes, room for following Spirit and allowing life to rule.
Just what I needed to face the week. hearing it was so beautiful.
This is very uplifting! Nice work.
Sheer perfection—the image, the music, your words so beautifully intoned. Thank you for this moment of utter peace.
We can hope that the beauty of this magical planet survives after human nature passes away, as it must.