The Wonderful
In the soft light of morning,
the Wonderful wakes –
the sunrise filling
the lower slopes of the sky,
the tune of a magpie
just down the road,
carolling sweetly
with a fresh sound,
trees appearing to stretch
in the radiant air,
the edges of the mountains
in crisp outline
and in spite of all grief,
all pain or despair,
all the horrors I know exist
and proliferate …
in spite of all that,
my heart lifts, the song
pours like a blessing
across my arising,
I take a new breath
and rejoice to see this world
wake up around me, again,
over and over, and the sun shine.
YES! "The Wonderful wakes". It is how I feel about mornings, too - beauty unfolding everywhere - in spite of us, in spite of it all. The Wonder! I LOVE this poem!
ReplyDeleteLovely mood in that first stanza. "and rejoice to see this world
ReplyDeletewake up around me, again" perfect ending
I love your Wonderful, Rosemary, and I am thankful that I see this kind of wonderful every day.
ReplyDeleteIt is a wonder! It is a miracle that each day still arrives and everything still rises up to the occasion of the morning
ReplyDeleteOh to be able to take a new breath and rejoice despite the pain and horror in our world is beautiful!! A most poignant poem, Rosemary! ❤️
ReplyDeleteI am grateful for every wonder the day brings me.
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm sooo glad, Rosemary. I imagine that all of Nature is chirping or clapping when they see a new day installed .
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What else are we to do but rise and go forth in to the day?
ReplyDeleteWe need such beauty to cope I think... wonderful
ReplyDeleteWonderful contemplation on the gift of the natural world!
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