Thursday, June 03, 2021

Thursday Poem - Mother Rain

Mother rain, manifold, measureless,
falling on fallow, on field and forest,
on house-roof, low hovel, high tower,
downwelling waters all-washing, wider
than cities, softer than sisterhood, vaster
than countrysides, calming, recalling:
return to us, teaching our troubled
souls in your ceaseless descent
to fall, to be fellow, to feel to the root,
to sink in, to heal, to sweeten the seas.

Ursula K. Le Guin, from So Far So Good


Victoria Londergan said...

Mosses and other small beings issue an invitation to dwell for a time right at the limits of ordinary perception. All it requires of us is attentiveness. Look in a certain way and a whole new world can be revealed. robin wall kimmerer 💜🙏🏻🧚💫

Barbara Rogers said...

I was looking closely and the even closer at incredible etchings by M. C. Escher yesterday...and kept finding more things the longer I gazed. I do like a lot of things like that. Now I can't wait for the next rain to consider becoming like it more.