Those mornings
when I awake, sleepy still and uninspired
– spinning enigmatic cobweb thoughts –
in the quieted house;
the languor shivers
and, for awhile, it seems,
the day is without purpose.
That is when,
I remind myself . . .
In the garden,
there is profound beauty
in the tiniest, most delicate flowers.
For often,
they flourish, there,
because they were nurtured –
fleetingly, perhaps, even,
a little absentmindedly,
but cared for, nonetheless,
consistently . . . and with intent.
And they are glorious –
every flower and every stem.
And in profusion:
they are glorious –
though, the blossoms are as tenuous,
as an inclination.
I rise, then – slowly,
from the gauzy blue vague of awakening . . .
gathering up, all my little bits and snippets –
on gossamer threads of resolve.
when I awake, sleepy still and uninspired
– spinning enigmatic cobweb thoughts –
in the quieted house;
the languor shivers
and, for awhile, it seems,
the day is without purpose.
That is when,
I remind myself . . .
In the garden,
there is profound beauty
in the tiniest, most delicate flowers.
For often,
they flourish, there,
because they were nurtured –
fleetingly, perhaps, even,
a little absentmindedly,
but cared for, nonetheless,
consistently . . . and with intent.
And they are glorious –
every flower and every stem.
And in profusion:
they are glorious –
though, the blossoms are as tenuous,
as an inclination.
I rise, then – slowly,
from the gauzy blue vague of awakening . . .
gathering up, all my little bits and snippets –
on gossamer threads of resolve.
photo: In the
Gauzy Blue (a photo taken on an outing with Diane when she visited Vancouver. She did a lovely job, I think, capturing the delicate
patterns in the tiny flora pictured here – a task that is not as easy as it
might seem – as my attempt at the same flower patch made clear.)
© 2013 Wendy Bourke
© 2013 Wendy Bourke
Such a beautiful reminder, yes, profoundly so...they are each so very glorious! Love your close especially.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Jennifer. I've had a really busy summer, but often, I have been struck by little things that exist, because some anonymous someone took it upon themselves to make a small, lovely thing happen. It's really inspired me, to try and follow their good example.
ReplyDeleteI can relate to those mornings of uninspired thoughts; I have so many of them.
ReplyDeleteI love this:
from the gauzy blue vague of awakening . . .
gathering up, all my little bits and snippets –
on gossamer threads of resolve.
Yes, those mornings of uninspired thoughts are all too common - and not much of a motivational start to the day. Thanks for commenting, Janet.
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