view from our back deck, Seattleland, Spring 2020
I’ve been awash in words
of late, missing out on the
wind waving through steel
branches, blue and white
sky. Eyes too crowded to
take note of the weather
which goes on without me,
whether I watch it or not.
A glance through the dining
room glass speaks loudly
in all caps.
I am listening.
“There is no earth-changing
work worth writing that
can compare to the lines written
in the night sky on an early
March evening.”
Memory safely deposited for
another day, I bank on the Holy
Spirit’s call to tug at my downward
eyes next time I am consumed
with my own importance.
I will myself to remember–look up.
~:~:~:~:~
I’ve been soaking myself in poet/writer/editor John D. Blase’s poems in “The Jubilee”, a collection recently released for his 50th ‘jubilee’ birthday. Each piece packs a wallop in the words; if you enjoy poetry, may I suggest you run, click or drive to get yourself a copy?
This is really good. I want to check out that book.
Beautiful, Jody. I will myself to look up, too. You have helped me to do that, with your encouragement to get outside and listen to God in his living room!
Thank you so much, Jody!