Sometimes the past reaches out and whispers words of peace. It whispers, strangely and beautifully, in my in-box. I’d love to share a poem written in 1924 by Hazel Wood, featured this week at the website Poem-A-Day.
Before Quiet
I will think of water-lilies
Growing in a darkened pool,
And my breath shall move like water,
And my hands be limp and cool.
It shall be as though I waited
In a wooden place alone;
I will learn the peace of lilies
And will take it for my own.
If a twinge of thought, if yearning
Come like wind into this place,
I will bear it like the shadow
Of a leaf across my face.
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In a season of graduations and transitions of all sorts, I wish you peace and acceptance. And – I wish it for myself.
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Two images sent by Betsy Wills after reading today’s post… photos taken by her yesterday…
May 26, 2019 at 6:36 am
Thank you, Jennifer. Your words and wishes are appreciated. Be well, friend.
May 26, 2019 at 7:53 am
Beautiful
May 26, 2019 at 8:31 am
The clover! So often overlooked. Great angle for your photo. Thank you for sharing the poem, flowers and lily pads
May 26, 2019 at 9:04 am
Wonderful poem and beautiful pictures . Thanks Jennifer and Betsy.
May 28, 2019 at 10:27 am
My goodness! Betsy’s pictures are so reminiscent of Monet’s Waterlilies. Love the pensive tone of this reflective poem, Jennifer–yet with a touch of apprehension. That’s how 2019 is feeling, awash in waves of change, trying not to fear it but glide through it in the silence underwater.