SHABBAT MOMENT
A scarf trailing
over the lilac sunset,
fair weather clouds,
cirrus uncinus
silk chiffon.
Twilight softens the air,
whispering, come,
lie down with me.
Untie the knots of the will.
Loosen
your clenched grip
barren hills of bone.
Here, no edges to hone,
only the palm fallen
open as a rose about
to toss its petals.
What you have made,
what you have spoiled
let go.
Let twilight empty
the crowded rooms
quiet the jostling colors
to hues of swirling water
pearls of fog.
This is the time
for letting time go
like a released balloon
dwindling.
Tilt your neck and let
your face open to the sky
like a pond catching light
drinking the darkness.
--Marge Piercy
16 comments:
Lovely, a day of reflecting, meditating, enjoying.
As Lizzy said, with those beautiful blossoms you have, it is a day for reflecting, meditating and enjoying.
Not just shivering the way it is here.
You are riding the waves, here! Shalom, to you too. Happy Day!
Sabbath greetings indeed!
And you have dogwoods too.
Enjoy your day of rest and refreshment, a day to reset, recalibrate, and reconnect with what's important. Be well. And may the pollen be gentle to you this day.
Beautiful words and images...
bootyful poetics and visuals...
warm and dry, it's a yardwork weekend, birds bees and beer!
lovely - thank you
I always feel so relieved when I read this poem. Shabbat/the Sabbath is such a great idea. Take a load off! Oh yeah.
Lovely poem, indeed. Enjoy the ease of the day.
YUMMY! LOVE this post. Love the poem, and the photos just about undid me- gorgeous dog wood blossoms. YUMMY!
oh spring spring spring! so BEAUTIFUL...amazing to see the difference in your seasons..from HUGE snow drifts to this cherry blossom fairy world...wow. xxx j
"Untie the knots of will"
This is probably the hardest thing to do and give in to one's faith. But then again that is why it is called faith. Each of our faiths can be different, but giving up our own will can be equally as hard for us all.
Great poem, thank you for sharing it.
God bless.
beautiful reya. The poem is lovely and the cornus - as always
i spent this day inside a huge gym with a pile of sweaty men who had gathered to fundraise for a cure for huntington's disease. i caught myself looking out the huge plate glass windows more than once. there are no blossoms here yet. the skies are alternately grey and cloudy and then sparkling blue and chill. i was with my big high school boy son. we laughed together so much i could feel the tightness in my heart, the weight on my shoulders lift with each laugh. reflect. get inside the moment. enjoy. steven
Steven you are so wise!
And oh yeah Janelle, the seasons here are uber dramatic. It's one of the things I love about this land. It does not hold back!
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