Let me not say
"another gorgeous day"
as if to lessen
the uniqueness
that is this one—
the sky so blue
and clear and deep—
the friend
that is the sun—
the freshness
that can only follow rain—
the cool that makes us
want to move.
We live
in a liquid medium
called air
which dancers
in their movements
and the nodding
stalks and branches
sign to us—
observers
through the portals
we call senses—
but much much more
observed
by those around us
and the gaze of the One
the great Benevolence.
Your poem is a long, wide, comprehensive gaze over the world. It's like the Long Shot in a film which establishes the setting of the action. And as in the film, this vista precedes any specific action. What we get instead is two-fold: A pure landscape, as fresh as the first days of Creation, it is a place to preserve, to protect, to use wisely. I think this opportunity is what Dostoevsky meant by BEAUTY WILL SAVE THE WORLD. The other element: you place this place within God's Providence.
Always good to see your comments, Daniel. Thank you. Over the last few days I started to think about, wonder about the parallels of me looking into the large aquariums some people have in their houses and the Creator fondly looking at us. Then there was the gorgeous morning... -Glen
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Sheer loveliness! I fell for this stanza and fell hard- - ]We live / in a liquid medium / called air / which dancers / in their movements / and the nodding / stalks and branches / sign to us— 10++++
thanks so much, susan. i appreciate for your positivity (a word?) per se and as a model for me. blessing like a turban wrap your head and like a sari the rest of you. -glen