With One Word Missing
Mid-March in the country,
that late night the thawed world
slept, patchy grasses still,
while inside we curled
in our own breaths and outside
shut blinds, the surprising snow
came on silently, spreading
over everything with its sudden
coat of heavy quiet. Now
we discover morning's usual
brightness piled right up to
our eyes at the window,
the sky seeming like
sun could shine behind
but wouldn't. Instead
the lightest flakes are falling
all coming down
to the only color left, its
feathery close cover not
closing, but holding us too
and we open the door and our
hands and faces, even
our eyes, to know that slight touch
able to change everything, so
much waiting, finally slowed
by this steadiness,
simple,
but of such deep mind.
Rebecca Weiner Tompkins
Lovely. It reminds me of that stillness of mind, of universe, when we just take a deep breath and allow ourselves to stop. Perhaps that is one of the things that Lent is for, the silence and contemplation that we don't allow ourselves the rest of the year. Thank you for this.
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