Listening to every heart
Nine Months – A Rebirthing
Now comes the new decade
when only ten years ago
a new century came about.
Nine months ago a shattering occurred,
a disruption of decades of given
as given was I to service,
its natural act in daily comings and goings
rising before the sun
sleeping when the moon was high, and
So then a new seed was planted
lingering gratefully in the warm belly
of discontentedness, being harbored
gently beneath shadows of doubt.
Rains fell; summer winds blew;
then the snows came. Still the
discontent lay heavy, even as a wayward
smile graced the newly laid lines around
eyes of aged disbelief.
But what truly fed the seed was the deeply
restrained inner faith that laid just under
the seed; as the seed grew, the faith was
hidden in yet darker shadows…but it
fed the seed, even as the shadows of doubt
grew weaker, the discontentedness turned
now outward to dissipate like frail breath
released in ice chilled air.
I took up this morning a gift…
even as the pains of rebirth grew stronger.
The gift of words of a poet
from a poet, that I should
Regenerate my daily song
As if it were a child close to my breast;
Hold the words from the gift
That I should so choose my way again,
To embrace life anew;
To see new gains in this latter part of
A sixth decade, and beyond.
“I love all beginnings, despite their anxiousness and their uncertainty, which belong to every commencement. If I have earned a pleasure or a reward, or if I wish that something had not happened; if I doubt the worth of an experience and remain in my past – than I choose to begin at this very second.
Begin what? I begin. I have already thus begun a thousand lives. Rilke, Early Journals”
[This message has been edited by Sunshine (01-01-2010 10:36 PM).]