The landscape looks different from every blade of grass.
~Marty Rubin
Happy Poetry Friday! Today I have a poem I read on Grateful Living.
Belonging
by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
And if it’s true we are alone,
we are alone together,
the way blades of grass
are alone, but exist as a field.
Sometimes I feel it,
the green fuse that ignites us,
the wild thrum that unites us,
an inner hum that reminds us
of our shared humanity.
Just as thirty-five trillion
red blood cells join in one body
to become one blood.
Just as one hundred thirty-six thousand
notes make up one symphony.
Alone as we are, our small voices
weave into the one big conversation.
Our actions are essential
to the one infinite story of what it is
to be alive. When we feel alone,
we belong to the grand communion
of those who sometimes feel alone—
we are the dust, the dust that hopes,
a rising of dust, a thrill of dust,
the dust that dances in the light
with all other dust, the dust
that makes the world.
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I'm guessing everyone has heard about the economic boycott tomorrow (Friday)? I'm looking forward to not spending any money.
Dare to Care has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Denise!
P.S. How appalling is it to be allied with Russia? Utterly.
18 comments:
Such beauty of community, here, Tabatha. Thanks so much, with Hugs.
Thanks for sharing "Belonging." Now more than ever we need to remember we are part of a community. There is strength in numbers.
We are the dust. I love this so much. Thanks, Tab. xo
Power to the grass! I am looking forward to not spending today as well. Thank you for the reminder, Tabetha!
I needed this poem today. I especially love these lines.
Sometimes I feel it,
the green fuse that ignites us,
the wild thrum that unites us,
an inner hum that reminds us
of our shared humanity.
What a delightfully non-us-centric thought - we are stardust, blood cells, a collective 'we' - and ignited. What a glorious word. -🪷tanita
What a lovely affirmation of community and belonging. Definitely strength in numbers -- now, more than ever, something to keep in mind.
I love the symbolism in the poem, that we as individuals are one. What power we would have if we worked together as people, more alike than different. Yes, no shopping today.
Oh, Tabatha, I love this one. Really loved these lines:
Alone as we are, our small voices
weave into the one big conversation.
Our actions are essential
to the one infinite story of what it is
to be alive. When we feel alone,
we belong to the grand communion
of those who sometimes feel alone—
Yes to "the dust that hopes". We need lots of hope right now. Thank you for sharing this lovely poem.
Gosh, Tabatha - I love the feeling of smallness and power sitting together throughout this poem. A good reminder right now!
You've shared a poem that makes me feel very good, Tabatha, after another day of grief for what is happening. We ARE all together, and I am grateful.
Oh, Tabatha, you have a way of finding poems that bring hope. We are the dust that hopes. The alone ones who are together and who outnumber the haters. Peace, Tabatha. Thank you for being brave!
"we are the dust, the dust that hopes,
a rising of dust, a thrill of dust,"
Yes, indeed!
Wow--this is a stunning poem. I extra love:
the green fuse that ignites us,
the wild thrum that unites us,
an inner hum that reminds us
of our shared humanity.
Thanks, Tabatha, curator of wonder and hope!
This poem is going on my office bulletin board. My goodness, the individuals that make the field, the blood, the dust. I needed this poem today. Thank you so very much.
Wow! I love this! We are the dust!
I really needed to read this right now, Tabatha. Thank you for sharing...
Same as Liz -- this is just what I needed today.
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