Grateful to find a place online that is peaceful.
To pray is to watch chickadees and juncos flit in the garden your partner spent years encouraging, from the moment he sowed wild seeds to the subsequent eruption of so many flowers neither of you recognized. Faith in the unknown. You both waited to see what would arrive and now it’s here: flower stalks that have stood through winter, their offerings enough to feed the masses. Enough to teach you how to wait.
It was interesting how the poet, with her improved vision, turned that vision toward her own thoughts in the end, saw them in new bodies. I took this poem as metaphor for applying the lessons we learn all the way through our lives to what presents itself to us later. We can see things for what they are after years of practice, after we have lived long enough to see this world for what it is. I have to say, though, improved vision in my actual eyes would be something!
Thank you for the gentle reminder to be aware of and grateful for breath.
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