Occasionally, in my daily readings, a phrase or quote catches my eye and lodges itself in my thoughts for many days.
“No matter what happens, be gentle with yourself.” – St. Jeanne de Chantal
Archive for August, 2013
A Meditation Remnant
August 18, 2013Apophatic Morning Stillness
August 15, 2013—∞—
In the screen house Under the trees Overlooking the lake An hour before sunrise How does one describe A stillness so complete The tiniest leaf In motionless silhouette Against water Tinged blue, pinkish-peach Hopeful, tranquil Waiting Stillness, but not silence A loon’s plaintive call Hum of car tires on a road Hidden deep in the hills across the lake Circular liquid remnant Far from shore Unnoticed, unheard Fish breaking the surface Chilled Time to go into the cabin Grateful, blessed, a gift Daybreak© 2013 Thomas W. Cummins
A Small Signal From the Wood’s Edge
August 4, 2013—∞—
Even on a sunny day It’s dark at the lawn’s edge Where the undergrowth begins At the foot of the hill The edge of the woods A small signal of some kind Flashes from that shadowy realm What could it be? Horton isn’t here to interpret Or explain tiny messages What could it be? My mind goes racing Imagination fills To overflowing What reason would reject A tiny village is there A candle in the window The cell window of a monk Working by candlelight Transcribing, copying, praying Sun glints off blades As skaters Circle a frozen pond On a crisp Late afternoon A damsel In a castle keep Her mirror Signaling Her lover Approaching I found a fragment The least bit of a leaf On a silken thread Moving in the breeze© 2013 Thomas W. Cummins
Running Out of Time
August 1, 2013—∞—
To run out of time Knowing There’s not enough time At a certain age After much has been done Little is left Nothing awaits Expectations met Yet Something is missing Snatched away, Actually But to regain That being denied To reclaim, to undo To heal Takes time There’s not enough time I’m afraid At a certain age© 2013 Thomas W. Cummins
In a dim light... 