One night when the lawn was a golden green
and the marbled moonlit trees rose like fresh memorials
in the scented air, and the whole countryside pulsed
with the chirr and murmur of insects, I lay in the grass
feeling the great distances open above me, and wondered
what I would become—and where I would find myself—
and though I barely existed, I felt for an instant
that the vast star-clustered sky was mine, and I heard
my name as if for the first time, heard it the way
one hears the wind or the rain, but faint and far off
as though it belonged not to me but to the silence
from which it had come and to which it would go.
Mark Strand, “My Name,” The New Yorker, April 11, 2005
This makes me think of my favorite hymn…. This is My Fathers World… So beautiful! Thank you
with respect, hope, joy and love, Carmela
I haven’t heard that hymn for a long time. You are most welcome.
I request to have this hymn played at my dad’s funeral. He made beautiful things from all types of wood and would point out the bark on trees the shapes of leaves and name the types of trees when we hiked in the woods. When I here that song I always think of how much respect and love he taught me to have for nature and Gods world.
we are all divine, and back to the divine we return, great little poem, i have a picture from the sky that says it all.
Spoken wisely and divinely. Thank you.
So peaceful..!
It is an awesome wonder.
Hey btw did you mention you write for metro? sorry for random question 🙂
No. One of friends used to work for 24 hours as a photo journalist. Why?
Photo journalist! besides being a bc paramedic I’d love that 😀 a friend of mine is going into the media world and was curious 🙂
A renaissance person, doing other things now… good luck to your friend.
Ah, Your friend decided to try another field huh 🙂
Yup, BC Transit bus driver. 😛
Nature speaks but often we fail to hear of it. When we finally get the message, then we are astounded of its simplicity.
I hear it in so many ways, Belsror and I wish everybody can hear it as well.
Difficult to hear when one does not want to. I wish the same thing, too.