Between grief and joy is the narrow country where we keep our promises. Even dusk must choose whether to burn or vanish. I speak softly so that silence might answer in kind, might name me without mercy, might teach me to listen for the edge of what’s human.
Orientating towards the ‘good stuff’ especially, today. Poetry, nature, love, great friends, thankfully my list is long …
We woke up to our country at war—again—not at all a surprise, but nevertheless—I look up and say a silent prayer, a few words such as ‘be safe’ : as our local F35’s take flight this morning. Usually they are training near by, but today, who knows where.
“ so silence may . . . Name me without mercy.” That stopped me, Paul. I pondered it. Maybe, you mean hear me a I am, a real human without softening my true sound in any moment.? Daniel
“The edge of what’s human”… where all living things overlap… feral, sensitive, communal, connected… and alone, in deeply sophisticated and empathic simplicity… that’s where I’d like to live. I’ve experienced moments there… usually brief, and mostly by accident… but wonderful. Sometimes we do listen for the right things, and are blessed to hear them. Your poems, as always, are listening for and expressing that.
Thanks to @Kathleen Hobbs for this restack!
Thanks to Shy Guy Meets the Buddha and @Don Boivin for sharing this poem
Thank you for sharing this, @Rolando Andrade
My thanks to @Yolanda D. for this restack
Paul, you are as sweet as Richard Hogan! ❤️❤️🫶🏼
Thank you, Yolanda. High praise, indeed.
Thanks for restacking this, @rena 🌻🌻
Thanks for the share, @Stanley Wotring
Thanks to Johanna and @Poetry for sanity for sharing this.
Good Saturday, @Kimberly Root, and thank you for sharing this poem 🙏😊
Good Saturday, @Lor, and thank you for reading and restacking this poem. I am grateful for your continued support!
Orientating towards the ‘good stuff’ especially, today. Poetry, nature, love, great friends, thankfully my list is long …
We woke up to our country at war—again—not at all a surprise, but nevertheless—I look up and say a silent prayer, a few words such as ‘be safe’ : as our local F35’s take flight this morning. Usually they are training near by, but today, who knows where.
I join you in prayer, and say Amen to your “Be Safe.”
I speak softly so that silence
might answer in kind,
Beautiful words
Thank you, Kathleen
You’re welcome, Paul
“ so silence may . . . Name me without mercy.” That stopped me, Paul. I pondered it. Maybe, you mean hear me a I am, a real human without softening my true sound in any moment.? Daniel
Exactly, Daniel—well said!
powerful meaningful words here. a tender place indeed.
Thank you for reading and commenting, Megan
Beautiful 🙏💜
Thank you, Simone. 🙏😊
“The edge of what’s human”… where all living things overlap… feral, sensitive, communal, connected… and alone, in deeply sophisticated and empathic simplicity… that’s where I’d like to live. I’ve experienced moments there… usually brief, and mostly by accident… but wonderful. Sometimes we do listen for the right things, and are blessed to hear them. Your poems, as always, are listening for and expressing that.
Thanks Joshua. It’s a special space.
It is the only space in which anything makes sense. 🩵
Thank you, Grace!
Always, Be Still and Know, waiting for Godot