postcards from paradise every leaf and feather

 

next time

 

Next time what I'd do is look at

the earth before saying anything. I'd stop

just before going into a house

and be an emperor for a minute

and listen better to the wind

 or to the air being still.

 

When anyone talked to me, whether

blame or praise or just passing time,

I'd watch the face, how the mouth

has to work, and see any strain, any

sign of what lifted the voice.

 

And for all, I'd know more—the earth

bracing itself and soaring, the air

finding every leaf and feather over

forest and water, and for every person

the body glowing inside the clothes

      like a light.

 

 

william stafford

 

 

 

 

 

postcards from paradise

 

somtetimes we are nothing more 

than cupped hands at dawn

trying to catch the light

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Comments

[annie]

it's truly all in the little details, isn't it? Cupping my hands to catch the light with you.

[Lea]

this is my mantra this year... cupping my hands... filling them with light, this is just the elixir I long for...

[Nonnie]

this would take an effort on my part because even though I am a visual learner, it is difficult for me to come with an image like this. thank you for introducing it to me, dear friend.

[Stephanie]

it is all about the light today...opening to it...receiving it...giving it...

x...x

[magicalmysticalteacher]

A cupped hand is better than a fist! ;)