Sunday, September 23, 2012

Sabbath poem






1989
VIII
One day I walked imagining
What work I might do here,
The place, once dark, made clear
By work and thought, my managing, 
The world thus made more dear.
I walked and dreamed, the sun in clouds,
Dreamer and day at odds.
The world in its great mystery
Was hidden by my dream.
Today I make no claim; 
I dream of what is here, the tree
Beside the falling stream,
The stone, the light upon the stone; 
And day and dream are one.


1 comment:

Ember said...

So beautiful - and the ivy! Like a tiny line of laundry :0)