the world can be too much with me
when I do not spend enough time within the natural world,
it can get a bit much:
family & work, the logistics of answering all the callings,
from chores to vocation,
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I do love to give myself fully
to that dance within which the world & I share the lead,
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for weeks now I’ve felt a pull
to disengage from the leading,
to stroll & sit & muse
upon whatever gift the universe will reveal and casually open before me,
along the Blue Ridge Parkway 15 turkeys stop me in the road,
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we find a clear view of a red rose sun
who sets behind the main ridge of the Smokies,
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just inside the national park
the first elk I’ve ever seen in the East
graze in the dusking light--
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one great bull & 9 cows & calves,
in the early evening I find my way outside and down to the creek,
full of itself from recent rains,
Cassiopeia & a quarter moon reveal themselves above
through the newly-bare branches,
I feel expectant--
sure that there are gifts that will open
whenever I take the care to notice,
each gift is not just for me
yet I can feel it to be for me
if I but open myself to revelation,
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nature untamed reveals gift after gift
and helps me open myself to grow larger,
and, after recreating,
I can hope my vision and my energy
will be up for the challenge of the dance again,
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for now I hear better the underlying rhythms & melodies.
by Henry Walker
November 25, ’09
1 comment:
very nice Henry. Made me pause on an otherwise busy Sunday morning.
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