In the end, maybe it's wiser to surrender before the miraculous scope of human generosity and to just keep saying thank you, forever and sincerely, for as long as we have voices.
Happy Poetry Friday, y'all! I picked a One Little Word for next year -- the first time I've chosen a word! I think I'm not supposed to tell you until next year, but I'm getting in the spirit of things already.
My OLW is: generosity. Not money, per se, but generosity of spirit, centering abundance and bounty and letting small stuff go.
Andrea Potos kindly gave me permission to share this poem, which illustrates generosity towards a difficult family member, but could also be thought of in terms of difficult people/situations in general.
Praise for the Difficult Family Member
by Andrea Potos
Praise for she who is the fingernail
on the blackboard of your calm,
who writes in careless cursive
words that dare you to erase them.
She could be the teacher who reminds you
how much work you have to do, as if
the homework of compassion will be yours
as long as you dwell
inside this body, separate, yet not,
from she who dwells in hers.
The Returns of Love
by Luci Shaw
after George Herbert
There is such generosity in love it will not fit
Within a modest box with corners and a key.
But what if I offer more than I receive? If
My love’s largesse, though open, unencumbered, free...
read the rest here
Also read Andrea's When Beginning the Poem. (Plus, check out Noon Meditation by Cicada.)
Jone Rush MacCulloch has the Poetry Friday round-up. Mòran taing, Jone!