that ease is where one finds it,
in quantities and dimensions
of one's own devise.
Yes, things fall out of the sky
all the time--
flights gone from radar, fireballs from frozen space,
angels who whisper softer than morning dreams.
More and more I have come to accept all of these
with as much grace and courage as I can.
Gunfire, atrocities, sinkholes, hurricanes--
these exist, but must do so in the same world
with kindness, silver maple trees, dogs, weddings.
There will always be
bills and break-ups,
jobs to go to, children to shelter, parents to bury,
and only so many hours or heart beats for all of it.
There will be a shortfall,
and it will break your heart in the end.
Still, there is balm in Gilead for gathering
moment by moment.
More and more, I have come to believe
that ease is where one finds it,
in quantities and dimensions
of one's own devise.
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This is the true basis for happiness and peace, my friend. I especially love those whispering morning angels. This poem is a beauty. I love it.
ReplyDeleteThis is a very good reminder for these times. Beautifully penned (well, typed).
ReplyDeleteYes, you’ve written wise words with wit and creativity, so fitting and thought provoking, now and always. One of my favorites by you.
ReplyDeleteThis is definitely a poem I needed to read today! Thank you for being one of the solaces of life, with poetry that really makes a difference.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Kerry!❤️ Your words serve as a soothing balm in troubled times and help rejuvenate faith. Thank you so much for sharing, Shay!❤️
ReplyDeleteTrue and beautiful, Shay. Our hearts are our only homes, and if we don't furnish them with some love and peace--and ease--no one else ever will. I especially love the picture.
ReplyDeleteI so agree Shay! This is so full of wisdom, beauty and truth! A truth that has to be lived to truly grasp. Love this from the picture to the lovely last line!!
ReplyDeleteI so agree with this. With all the shit going on in this world, there is yes, still grace, kindness, dogs, cats and birds. And people being kind to them all.
ReplyDeleteDo you hear the angels?
ReplyDeleteI like the way the poem begins and ends with sensible words of wisdom, containing those things that fall out of the sky. I love the way you've counterbalanced 'Gunfire, atrocities, sinkholes, hurricanes' with 'kindness, silver maple trees, dogs, weddings'. You've given me a positive start to the day, Shay.
ReplyDeletea balm of a pen this morning. thanks
ReplyDeleteReads like a beautiful long inbreath and then and equally easy out...simply magical.
ReplyDelete"More and more I have come to believe
ReplyDeletethat ease is where one finds it,
in quantities and dimensions
of one's own devise.
Yes, things fall out of the sky
all the time--
flights gone from radar, fireballs from frozen space,
angels who whisper softer than morning dreams.
More and more I have come to accept all of these
with as much grace and courage as I can."
Dang you are wise