|Hilltop trees jump to life in morning light.|
|Can you identify the trees?|
I divested myself of despair and fear when I came here.
Now there is no more catching one’s own eye in the mirror,
there are no more bad books, no plastic, no insurance premiums, and of course,
no illness. Contrition does not exist, nor gnashing
of teeth. No one howls as the first clod of earth hits the casket.
The poor we no longer have with us. Our calm hearts strike only the hour,
and God, as promised, proves to be mercy clothed in light.
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water,
and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water
and I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
|Sarah is so patient! And much cuter than my poor drawing of her.|
|Surprise fall color radiates from neighbor's forsythia.|
|A close look shows goldenrod foliage turning, too.|
|Even without color, lines are fascinating.|
|Athletic shoe (my drawing, but not my shoe)|