Monks for peace with Aloka
Ordinary extraordinary things........
monks' bare feet walking
across the winter landscape
just walking, as meditation, as love,
as compassion, as gift -
to hearts and minds bowed down with grief
at what is becoming of our world.
Right here, right now,
a light film of unexpected snow on the lawn,
my chair, my computer, my keyboard
seeking the next poem,
the comfort in a cup of tea,
some hope......
ordinary things, surrounding us, ready to serve -
small gifts, to warm the heart,
while, day after day, mile
after mile, the beautiful monks
keep walking along the icy streets.
Today it is colder, so Aloka the dog
is placed in the RV. I hope the monks
have all put on their shoes.
How thin their robes,
how large their journey,
a gift of love they give us
with their every measured step.
How emotional, the tears and smiles
with which they are met, by people
hungry for goodness, for kindness,
for peace in a world gone dark.
Inspired by The Patience of Ordinary Things by Pat Schneider.
Sherry, this is an extraordinary poem ~ as I read it I felt a strong inclination to dedicate it to the people of Minneapolis this evening ~ a tragedy that should never have happened.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Helen. I cant even believe the horrow. I read that the monks' walk is a warning. And i believe.
ReplyDelete"just walking, as meditation, as love,
ReplyDeleteas compassion, as gift -
to hearts and minds bowed down with grief
at what is becoming of our world."
Beautiful. Peace. Warm your heart. Love.
Kind of surprised the monks haven't been captured by ICE.
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