Pedestrian
To be pedestrian is to be Profoundly intimate With earth scent and grass sheen And the sun’s light and weight It’s scorched dust and brambles And pebbles in the shoe, And violets surprising The near, perceptive view Oh, wings are wildly lovely In blue alluring sky, But who, would like at standstill Because he cannot […]
First Things
Never return To the towering hill, The enormous river, The mighty mill. Whoever returns Is apt to see A dwindling homestead, An outgrown tree. But the love first given you, The love first know, Is always larger— If you have grown. -From Blessed Are You
The Wall With a Window
In a certain sullen wall That shuts the spacious world from view Chance—or miracle—has made A space for looking through: A little blessed window space Through which imprisoned eyes may see An upward-going leafy road, A tiny flowering tree; And, growing close and pressing inward Through the window in the wall, Sprays of blossoms shaped […]