I don’t know what this post is about. It’s a ramble and I apologize upfront.
I’ve been having trouble lately putting words to the images, thoughts and feelings I experience. It’s not that I can’t recall them, it’s just that I’m struggling for the right fit – the perfect description. Maybe I’m just exhausted. Well, it halts me in my tracks. I get frustrated and end up writing clichés or simple phrases just to hold on to the moment.
Last Friday was the most beautiful September day. As I walked from my car to the school door, carrying my bags and coffee in hand, I caught sight of the horizon. Fog blanketed the playground and a layer of dark clouds rested along this horizon. Just at the crust of these clouds, light beamed. The sun, not showing itself yet, was announcing it’s arrival. The entire sky was glowing with rays of light. I stopped for a moment to take in its beauty. It filled me. I had no words.
At lunch, as I walked to the mailbox, I heard honking above. As I craned my neck to the sky, hundreds of geese flapped their wings in the most magnificent V of geese I have ever seen – all heading south.
Again. I stopped to take in the awe.
A boring description – again, I apologize.
As I reached for a poetry book off my shelf this morning, John O’ Donohue, one of my favorite poets and also an Irish teacher, jumped into my hands.
Here was his first poem:
Somewhere, out at the edges, the night Is turning and the waves of darkness Begin to brighten the shore of dawn The heavy dark falls back to earth And the freed air goes wild with light, The heart fills with fresh, bright breath And thoughts stir to give birth to color.
Oh my heavens.
The words I had been clamoring for.
I printed it off and pasted it to my September Birthday Poems collection.
John O’ Donohue understands poetry. He put words on the page to paint the description of my experience.
For this, I am grateful.
Each day, we have moments of awe. It’s difficult to describe their significance and maybe we don’t have to. We can just feel them. But, sometimes, I want to put it in writing.
John O’Donohue describes it as such:
There is a quiet light that shines in every heart. It draws no attention to itself, thought it is always secretly there. It is what illuminates our minds to see beauty, our desire to seek possibility, and our hearts to love life. Without this subtle quickening, our days would be empty and wearisome, and no horizon would ever awaken our longing. Our passion for life is quietly sustained from somewhere in us that is wedded to the energy and excitement of life. We enter the world as strangers who all at once become heirs to a harvest of memory, spirit, and dream that has long preceded us and will no enfold, nourish, and sustain us. The gift of the world is our first blessing.
There are days when it seems these quiet gifts of the world come pouring in. There are other days where it feels like God forgot that I’m still here. Perhaps other people need more, on those days, and He thinks I’ll be fine. But really, it’s the days that I am so consumed with the pace of life that I am blind to what is in front of me.
Slow down, I hear.
The moments are there.
And the words will appear.