Wait for evening.
Then you’ll be alone.
Wait for the playground to empty.
Then call out those companions from childhood:
The one who closed his eyes
and pretended to be invisible.
The one to whom you told every secret.
The one who made a world of any hiding place.
And don’t forget the one who listened in silence
while you wondered out loud:
Is the universe an empty mirror? A flowering tree?
Is the universe the sleep of a woman?
Wait for the sky’s last blue
(the color of your homesickness).
Then you’ll know the answer.
Wait for the air’s first gold (that color of Amen).
Then you’ll spy the wind’s barefoot steps.
Then you’ll recall that story beginning
with a child who strays in the woods.
The search for him goes on in the growing
shadow of the clock.
And the face behind the clock’s face
is not his father’s face.
And the hands behind the clock’s hands
are not his mother’s hands.
All of Time began when you first answered
to the names your mother and father gave you.
Soon, those names will travel with the leaves.
Then, you can trade places with the wind.
Then you’ll remember your life
as a book of candles,
each page read by the light of its own burning.
beome becoming
Li-Young Lee
live each day with a burning passion
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Gorgeous sky photo and wonderful poem with wisdom for all ~ Happy Week to you ~ xxx
artmusedog and carol
Posted by: artmusedog and carol | March 16, 2014 at 10:04 AM
A little birdie whispered in my ear and told me what you had done! You are such a sweet sister to me... Thank you for being an ever loving one constant in a world of insecurity... x
Posted by: Susan Fox | March 16, 2014 at 11:21 AM
sky like fire and words that resonate so deeply...
thank you for linking me...was off so early this morning, taking advantage of this lovely weather
then back to the sewing machine for me!!
x...x
Posted by: Stephanie | March 16, 2014 at 12:18 PM
Oh my, Rebecca. Such a beautiful fire sky. You always find such lovely words to post. This one really makes me reminisce. I hope you are well and looking forward to a beautiful week.
Posted by: Judie | March 16, 2014 at 03:43 PM
Fabulous sky image and lovely poem.....thank you Rebecca!
Wishing you a wonderful week.
Posted by: Ruby | March 16, 2014 at 04:01 PM
Gathering light puts me in mind of all of us who look out the window first thing in the morning and feel joy that there is sunlight to be seen. After so much dreariness, the light truly is crushing . . . a HUGE hug from nature.
Posted by: annie | March 21, 2014 at 01:21 PM