2 months ago
Over the years, I have had this poem taped to a wall or stuck to a fridge in the many different places I have called home.
A “Hello dear one, please pay attention to this one bright life you’ve been given”. .
It’s changed meaning for me over the years. And I’ve learned that, for me, it’s not about always being on the go or material successes.
It’s a gentle reminder to live fully, to love well, to allow myself to be loved well, to take risks and allow myself to fall.
It’s also a reminder to give myself the patience and grace to get back up.
Again. And again.
The Summer Day
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?