Sunday, April 20, 2008

Paint It White

First turn toward home, a Bradford Pear blooms brilliant against the night sky. Midway, the full moon pours glory onto the cornfields. Home on the pond, a Bradford Pear waltzes with the moon.

Rilke echos:

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.


If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself, tell yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for to the creator there is no poverty and no poor indifferent place.

It does not matter how this turtle got on this fence post. The pearls adorning the night were not sent to me, the cycles of the moon not designed for me. Still, I choose to see them as reminders of all that is beautiful and true.

For this day, I will not seek answers. I will accept the riches called forth. And give thanks.


Doubting Thomas said...

Good advice, my friend. Our constant seeking of answers quite often blinds us to the happiness available at all times.

The turtle on a fence post image is one I haven't thought of in a long time. Now I'll be thinking about it all day. Perhaps a book I'll need to reread soon.

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kario said...

Absolutely gorgeous! Thank you for this, Jerri.


Deb said...

Every word of this post beams beauty. Thank you. Love you.

Amber said...

This speaks to me right now.