Dear friends,
loved this poem. don't know who it is by
Can You?
Can you, for just a minute
leave
the white tablecloth, the washing
the sorting, the scanning
the lists, the date books
the .coms, the inbox
the goals, the resolutions
the plans, the labels, the schedule, the old
stories
the scars, the scales, the bruises
the pains, the aches
the what ifs, the should haves
the pointing fingers
the too small boxes
the questions, the containers
the dividers, the protectors
the sickening
paralyzing
expectations?
Can you, for just a minute
hush
the voices that howl madly
at your old, tired
little self?
For a brave minute or two
can you pry open the bars
and listen
to the wordless –
to the hum
between
to that which births snowflakes
and stars and sighs
and moonlit little streams?
On this frozen winter night
when your heart
especially needs warming, I'm wondering
can you, for just a minute
get quiet enough to hear
the silent
flutter
of this one precious
life
of this one
precious breath?
