pray a little
In the morning as the storm begins to blow away
the clear sky appears for a moment and it seems to me
that there has been something simpler than I could ever believe
simpler than I could have begun to find words for
not patient not even waiting no more hidden
than the air itself that became part of me for a while
with every breath and remained with me unnoticed
something that was here unnamed unknown in the days
and the nights not separate from them
not separate from them as they came and were gone
it must have been here neither early nor late then
by what name can I address it now holding out my thanks
Just Now by W S Merwin
Can I be honest?
There were parts of me that didn’t believe
even the parts of me doing the hardest work
the parts of me always acting as though it were possible
the parts of me who couldn’t conceive of the how of it
the parts suspended in the storms fierce wind
Yes, I’ve prayed it…
a thousand times and counting
Lord I believe –
Help my unbelief!
3 photos by Timothy Siebold Branford Supply Ponds
Look to this day:
For it is life, the very life of life.
In its brief course
Lie all the verities and realities of your existence.
The bliss of growth,
The glory of action,
The splendour of achievement
Are but experiences of time.
For yesterday is but a dream
And tomorrow is only a vision;
And today well-lived, makes
Yesterday a dream of happiness
And every tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well therefore to this day;
Such is the salutation to the ever-new dawn!
Look To This Day by Kalidasa