Of Note To Me And Perhaps One Other Soul
I am lost in the memory of some marvelous moments.
They settled in my treasuring place
Where captured thoughts are trapped
And I can pull them out with remarkable remembering
If I am fortunate to remember them
Even dimly, even faintly
They were these
A daughter singing hymns in my ear so sweet, on the back pew of the church
And a wiggling soul dressed in smocked white dress, with the restlessness of two or less
And they included this
The sound of one whose soul’s been sad sound happy at long last
And hear her speak of hope and sigh relief of all the what’s to come
So I will lose myself in thoughts of what was artful, beautiful in this day
And in the writing and remembering I suddenly can see
The more I see, the more I look, the more I write
Of life as art
And the beautiful in life
With eyes wide open on the heels of January arctic cold
Both losing and finding as Merton wrote
The day she handed a book of poetry to me
On the back row of the church
All this of note to me
And now perhaps one other soul
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Confession. I am not a fan of poetry. But. Your writing. You will have me convinced, very soon, (now) that I love poetry. Your words ring so true, sing in my heart, and give wings to thoughts that didn’t have words to shape them. I find myself copying parts into my journal, sometimes printing off the whole post. Grateful you share your art with us- very grateful! I think this will be appropriate to more than you and one other…
Lovely. I love the art of writing and painting. But truly love the art of living.
Blessings,
Janis Author of Tadeo Turtle – http://www.janiscox.com
The more I see, the more I look, the more I write. Yes! Yes! Yes! So very true, friend.
Wow. This is such beauty, this lived out art. These memories unfolding for the benefit of you and perhaps another soul — I know today it was for me. These smatterings of memory…they hit the heart hard and tender at the same time. Lovely, friend.