the hum of Sabbath and poems
the rumble and jumble of traffic and trains,
the brambles of papers and lists and calls,
the beaten paths, the errands, the chores.
You don’t have to rattle and run with them.
You can do one thing at a time.
You can stop and sit at the feet of the moment,
pay reverent attention to whatever it is,
and listen to the silence beneath the hum,
and simply be
in the the presence of the presence.
In all your doing that you surely must do,
you still can just be.
And your being
what you do.
In the stillness within the action
sits the Beloved
who is not distracted with many things,
but only wants to sit awhile
I was reading…
yes, that was it…
then I was awake…
and it was late afternoon…
and I felt heavy,
but so grateful,
to be able to finally get that rest,
to hear that sweet sound of rain,
to feel the soft of the squishy pillows,
to smell the fresh cut flowers by my bed,
to experience the healing power
to gain the clarity.
to allow the next question.
to prepare for the hard next steps.
to feel ready.
sleep is a magic source of strength.
a necessary part of living well.
But, really, I was just reading poems…
By AllPoetry fan, Taylor S.
Do you agree?
How does poetry impact you?
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