October 18, 2004

  • Fall Day


    It's a lovely day here in Colorado Springs.  Of course, I've thought that every day since I've been here, but I especially mean it today.  The boys are with Tim.  I'm sure they are having a good time.  They called me yesterday to make sure I was eating.  (Coffee with creamer counts, right?)


    This morning they called to tell me that thanks to the fact that the resort they are staying in boasts a heated pool, they were able to swim even though it was snowing rather heavily.  Um, can I speak to Daddy, please?   I'm sure they are fine.  They are tough boys and you don't get sick from chill, you get sick from germs, right?  RIGHT?!?


    So I've been having a day of getting things done that I want and need to do.  And I needed to read some poetry ... so while I was waiting for an appointment I indulged myself in these:


     


    To My Heart Bidding It Have No Fear


    Be you still, be you still, trembling heart
    Remember the wisdom out of the old days:
           Him who trembles before the flame and the flood,
       And the winds that blow through the starry ways
       Let the starry winds and the flame and the flood
       Cover and hide for he has no part
       With the proud, majestical multitude.


                                       W B Yeats


     


    Your Bread is Seeking You


    Listen, put trust in God,
    don't let your hands and feet tremble with fear:
    your daily bread is more in love with you, than you with it.


    It is in love with you and is hold back
    only because it knows of your lack of self-denial.


    If you had any self-denial, the daily bread
    would throw itself upon you as lovers do.
    What is this feverish trembling for fear of hunger?
    With trust in God, one can live full-fed.


                                                        Rumi


     


    You Are Warm


    You are warm
    like a big dog.  I bask
    in your warmth.  I immerse myself
    in purity.


    Every day I put on my neck
    the corals of your young enchantment.
    I plait into my hair your tenderness.
    Your calm strokes me on the head.

    You have the virgin charm
    of a being who has never experienced
    the kiss of pain or the embrace of fear.


    Leaning over you
    I look into your eyes.
    Undisturbed by thought, they reflect
    the sky.


                                     Anna Swir

Comments (10)

  • don't worry..they are fine..and yes..coffee with creamer counts! love the poems!

  • Poetry......that's a great indulgence! 

  • I personally would imagine than coffee with creamer, as sole sustinence, is a somewhat greater hazard to the health than swiming in warm water in a snow storm .  (in fact, the latter sounds downright wonderful!)  But I'm sure you are all doing very well on your own, making appropriate choices, and that you'll all be doubly glad to be reunited after this interval!

  • Today seems to be a poetic and poignant day already. Like waiting on the edge of something wonderful (perhaps terrible) but whatever it is it's powerful. And beautiful.

  • Oh there's nothing like being in hot water on a snowy day!  I did that a few times in a hot tub... but I must admit walking across the snow to get into the hot HOT water was the largest temperature difference I've ever experienced

  • Sounds liek a heated ppol in the snow is something the boys will remember for a long time.  It's good that they are making good memories with Dad too.

  • I'm sure they are just fine m'dear.

    Thanks for the poetry!

  • Heated pool? Damn the man.

    Spoiled kids! I got to play in traffic!!!!

    Sail on... sail on!!!

  • at least that one poem refers to the person as being warm like a big dog.  i guess i'd rather be referred to as that than as hairy like a big dog. 

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