With the early morning fog
All was white-gray
Seeing nothing for more than 100 yards
Islands were not to be seen
Nor the far shore
Silence
Well, not quite
Soft, gentle movement heard
Water caressing the rock-strewn
Beach
I was thinking, for me,
This is a new experience
And certainly so
On this day, in this place
At this age
Who I am today is new
What I experience today is new
All I see and all I hear, new
The me of now
Has never existed before
I’ve never been this me before
I should be in awe of everything
Tired of nothing
Open to the grace
Of all things
©2018 Thomas W. Cummins
Tags: Nature, personal, poetry, serenity, Solitude, spirituality, theology
In a dim light... 
October 5, 2018 at 2:03 pm |
I read once that every day is the creation day, not just the ‘big bang’ moment– and each day the world we are a new creation, God is every busy on us, creation happens every moment- Your poem is the first I’ve read that reflects this notion- thankyou.
October 5, 2018 at 4:01 pm |
Thank you! Standing on the shore that morning left me in that “beyond words” space. Really amazing.
Your words in reply are gaining much meaning as I move through these quickly evaporating decades.
October 6, 2018 at 4:46 am |
Your poem expresses the awareness of ones ‘Being’ with sublime simplicity Tom.
“I’ve never been this me before” and “Open to the Grace of all things” – in that stillness, we are one with God. Moments like this are precious.
October 6, 2018 at 7:44 am |
Thank you, Teri. I have just begun to understand the spirituality of aging, and the role a sense of now can play.
October 7, 2018 at 12:45 pm
“A sense of now”, yes and Eckhart Tolle’s book ‘The Power Of Now’ says it all.