Day rises with quiet breath,
sun bright in cloudless skies.
The sea is still, flooded to the high mark,
collecting strength for the ebb’s return.
Like the cormorant hunting these salt waters
my net is dropped in morning hours,
fishing for peace on the new earth tide.
Disturbance in the world is great
but below that roiled surface
ancient forces are at work
in the kingdoms of sea and stone.
From the silence, waves of contentment
spread across the earth and water,
feeding the innocent in timeless grace.
My nets are full, the harvest rich,
peace it is I bring to harbor
spread before you in gathering light.
Reading of “In Gathering Light” with music by the English Chamber Orchestra
Yes, ancient forces are at work behind the scenes of strife and conflict…trust in those!
Good morning, Don,
I love the image of rich harvest of peace brought to harbor and spread before us. Thank you.
Beautiful!
Don, you’re right. An aging bladder gives a man opportunities to watch sunrises. What you have is the ability to make something of what you observe.
Lovely, Don. The last three lines are a tangible gift.
This poem comes from and arrives at a profoundly reassuring place in me.
To me the operative word in this lovely poem is contentment, for only in this state of being can we truly feed the innocent! Thank you, my wonderful friend!