With open heart
morning floods in,
smoke filled,
alive with birds.
Some ragged memory
with a broken muffler
pulls to the curb
but I wave it off.
What could be
more important
than the grove of silence?
All I need is there,
waiting, full of grace.
Reading of “Full of Grace” with music by the Microphones
Don, thanks. “Ragged memory with a broken muffler”: one of your old cars? This poem has peace and grace in it. Well done.
Don…what a hopeful poem…and true.
Yes, full of grace!
Don…in the midst of the fires and smoke comes beauty and peace. Thank you for bringing the truer perspective. Blessings on you.
Inner peace and vigilance for me
Simple, succinct, pared down to only the essential elements. That is very effective!
… and that’s a fact! I love it, and agree with my peers’ comments.
Amen.
Speak your truth, powerful statement where we must be today! Thank you for this lovely and true poem that comes from that place of peace. I join you in that graceful place!
Just like Fiegs noted – “ragged memory with a broken muffler” I think there is a country song hiding inside this verse.
Your smoke-filled morning is something most of us in the West deal with every day as our forest lands burn.
Thanks Don – for the reminder that still small place inside that finds solace among the chaos,refusing to let fear make decisions for me.
Thank you Don.
Simple, honest, graceful.
Stunningly beautiful, and full of simple grace. A big deep sigh is released–more grace. Thank you, Don.
Thank you for speaking this Moment
With amazing grace, how sweet your words, Don.
The only way we have anything to offer into the world is by maintaining our own inner peace. Thank you for your beautiful expression through this poem.
Very timely. Love the concept of “soul altar” and grace awaiting the supplicants.