Morning Cool
Poem of pause and presence on this graduation day
morning cool with weekend
year end school days closing
summer’s heat arriving soon
be here now, take pleasure here
before the day’s work begins.
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do you think we could go back
into the dark of what we knew
before we learned anything at all?
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every ending arrives
from a birth long past
a life too much lived
wrung out from hope held
when morning was cool.
There's something beautiful about silence. Just hearing the gentle sounds of cicadas in the distance. The gentle hum of my ceiling fan.
Normally these little sounds go unnoticed.
But when I let myself take a moment, not to distract myself, or to intoxicate myself, to truly just exist, suddenly everything begins to feel like it has purpose.
The ceiling fan is keeping me cool.
There's an entire natural ecosystem just outside my window, if I listen closely enough I can even here the frogs.
When I free myself from my mind, from my anxiety, something beautiful occurs.
Suddenly, existence itself has beauty, not because I am desperate for it to, but simply because existence is enough.
Suddenly, I am enough.
Reflecting on a “birth long past” as I mark 50 years since high school graduation…thankful for all hope “wrung out” of life…how many graces in this life remain?
Praying: “Satisfy us in the morning with your steadfast love, that we may rejoice all our days.” Ps 90:14.