It's the third Thursday of the month so I'd like to welcome you to A Gathering of Poetry. I chose today's poem because it spoke of hope to me. I might add a few things at the end, but I'll leave it to you to determine what really matters.
It Could Be
by Julia M. Fehrenbacher
by Julia M. Fehrenbacher
a smile or a poem. Or new day light
that finds you through an open
window. Or perhaps, remembering
that tomorrow was never promised.
It could be the scent
of baking bread, the first chill
of autumn that has you reaching
for your favorite wool sweater. Or maybe
it's the noticing of how easily
red maple becomes and lets go.
It could be taking today off
to be still, to un-know,
to notice. To practice loosening
your troubled grip
because grace can never
be gripped or grabbed.
It could be choosing
softness in a world grown hard
because you're tired of hurting
and being hurt and mercy
is the best kind of medicine.
It could be an invitation to gather
around the listening table
where every color is beautiful, where
there is no blame,
no shame, no them—no other.
It could be any of these things
or no thing at all, that remind
you that, really, only a few
things matter—
Food, Trees, Words, Love, Mostly love.
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Fehrenbacher, Julia M. "It Could Be." Poems of Presence II, edited by Phyllis Cole-Dai and Ruby Wilson, Grayson Books, 2023, pgs. 28-29.
You can read more about the poet here.
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I just love that poem, Bonny. It's just perfect for this season in the world. XO
ReplyDeleteThis is perfect for both the time of year and the current circumstances. Thank you for starting off my day with this bit of beauty.
ReplyDeleteThank you!This poem is beautiful... so beautiful. And yes... so much yes! XO
ReplyDeleteA perfect reminder!
ReplyDeleteHow lovely! The whole world could use a session at the listening table right now.
ReplyDeleteSo very true!
DeleteThis is just lovely. I especially like the part about mercy being the best medicine. Thank you.
ReplyDeletebeautiful, Bonny ... and so timely. I love the lines about choosing softness and gathering around a table with no "other".
ReplyDeleteI try to live like this until there are bumps in the road, and let's face it life is bumpy! I want to be the person who is present.
ReplyDeleteThank you for this poem. It is absolutely beautiful.
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