photo by Elisabeth Smith of Tofino
In the darkness,
watch for the light coming back.
It always does.
It always does.
It might be December sunlight
shining silver on the drama of winter waves,
galloping in to shore like white-maned horses;
or, a cello concerto on an autumn afternoon,
in the hour that turns golden, then fades,
just before the lamps are lit.
We have been missing the small miracles,
so distracted by the outrages
that assault our ears and hearts.
Today, I watched happy dogs with loopy grins
cavort together on a beach
turned magical by the way the sun
painted sand and sea and sky
into a pearly beachscape,
restoring my heart and mind
with puppy pawprints
of peace and joy.
Am also looking forward to the light, Sherry, and hopefully just one big miracle...! Just one!! :)
ReplyDeleteI love how this goes from big wonders to little wonders - both are joyful and lightness - an uplifting poem to read - Jae
ReplyDeleteProving once again that dogs are the best!!!! Indeed, I feel suspended these days between the looming horror of Stinky's regime, and the beautiful simple pleasures if my dog, my music, my retirement. It is sometimes a real high wire act.
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DeleteBlessed be puppies!
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I think we are all waiting for the light to come back, and we haven't even experienced true darkness of the world yet! And yet, as we wait, we DO have to look for those miracles!
ReplyDeleteCome, o ye faithful solstice ... wonderful touches serenely turning here.
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