Time for Serenity, Anyone?
by William Stafford
I like to live in the sound of water,
in the feel of mountain air. A sharp
reminder hits me: this world still is alive;
it stretches out there shivering toward its own
creation, and I'm part of it. Even my breathing
enters into the elaborate give-and-take,
this bowing to sun and moon, day or night,
winter, summer, storm, still—this tranquil
chaos that seems to be going somewhere.
This wilderness with a great peacefulness in it.
This motionless turmoil, this everything dance.
Thanks, Vicki.
ReplyDeleteNothing more peaceful than alone time with the ocean.
ReplyDeleteI agree, Diane. I especially love it on a sunny day, but foggy days are nice, too.
DeletePerfect! Thanks for posting. :)
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome, JoAnn!
DeleteI wonder if this is a brand new poem, or if it is older and just coincidental. It is beautiful
ReplyDeleteIt looks like it is from Even In Quiet Places (1996), although Stafford died in 1993.
DeleteThank you for sharing this beautiful poem and image. It's exactly what I need right now (and if I can be so bold as to speak for our world, it's what we all need).
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome, Laurel. I love it when a poem speaks to me on such a personal level.
DeleteWhat a wonderful last line!
ReplyDeleteI agree, Jenclair! It's a perfect poem for these uncertain times.
DeleteBeautiful words and photography! I need to add this poem to my journal.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Iliana. The photo is of the view I see on my daily walks! Glad you enjoyed the poem. I'd like to find more by Stafford.
DeleteYes, gorgeous picture and poem fits well. I need some Serenity!
ReplyDeleteWe are long overdue for some serenity, aren't we, Susan?
DeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteI agree, Jen.
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