Glimpses only
By Pollyanna Sedziol
Actually
it was the glory
of another autumn sunset
in which I intended to steep my soul
calling on
the constant wind
for evensong choir
and the blazing trees
as priestly vestiture.
it was the glory
of another autumn sunset
in which I intended to steep my soul
calling on
the constant wind
for evensong choir
and the blazing trees
as priestly vestiture.
But the reality
of children in and out,
dinner preparation
and attendant minutes conspired
to allow me ownly glimpses
of that paletted hour—
so goes forever
the Mary-Martha tension
of my life.
I am grateful for
the ability
to be grateful for
these glimpses only.
This was given to me 9/28/14 lovingly by a friend, M. I appreciate the time she took to do this and the lovely poem within. Her note is below.
of children in and out,
dinner preparation
and attendant minutes conspired
to allow me ownly glimpses
of that paletted hour—
so goes forever
the Mary-Martha tension
of my life.
I am grateful for
the ability
to be grateful for
these glimpses only.
This was given to me 9/28/14 lovingly by a friend, M. I appreciate the time she took to do this and the lovely poem within. Her note is below.
Teri,
In my ‘digger & reflection’ time this week (my fall resources!) I came across this one in my journal from the late 70s!!
In my ‘digger & reflection’ time this week (my fall resources!) I came across this one in my journal from the late 70s!!
You see my dear, those
of us destined to ‘introspection’ save, journal, debate with ourselves ~ will
always strive for less and more ~ and beg nature & God to come along for
the struggle—a journey—never a destination—but pulling at us always.
Enjoy the fall with this poem!!
Love,
M
Enjoy the fall with this poem!!
Love,
M
