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Life has been a bit of a challenge lately. (Am I always saying that? I need a new thing to say.) Anyway, this poem had me nodding my head in recognition and agreement. Twice recently, in my gratitude journal, I said I was thankful for:
walking to the mailbox in the cold, crisp night air
Winter: Tonight: Sunset
by David Budbill
Tonight at sunset walking on the snowy road,
my shoes crunching on the frozen gravel, first
through the woods, then out into the open fields
past a couple of trailers and some pickup trucks, I stop
and look at the sky. Suddenly: orange, red, pink, blue,
green, purple, yellow, gray, all at once and everywhere.
I pause in this moment at the beginning of my old age
17 comments:
Oh, these words, "in this moment at the beginning of my old age" so sweet in a reflective moment of winter. What a wonderful poem. Thank you.
That line hit me, too, Linda. So lovely. ❤️ Thanks for stopping by, especially since I keep dropping off the earth. :D
This is Patricia— Karen that poem captures my own gratitude “at the beginning of my old age”. Thank you!
Karen, this is truly gorgeous and steeped in gratitude. The line "in this moment at the beginning of my old age" really got to me too!
Karen,that's a lovely poem …. So sorry life is (continuing!) the challenges. I am in the throes as well!! (latest at blog) … Here we are in the waning days of Advent, already! Amazing how fast it all rushes past, like whitewater rapids …. I pray peace and comfort find you amid the tumult. 🕊❤️
Thank you so much for sharing this poem, Karen. I made a copy and put it in my journal - a reminder to be grateful for getting this far in life with the ability to enjoy so much of the world. I've been noticing some extraordinary sunsets lately, so this is perfect. May peace and comfort find you this season.
I don't go so far but do go about a block to the mailboxes, and often have the pleasure of looking at those startling sky colors! I love poems like these, a scrap of life made beautiful. Wishing you a special Christmas, Karen, and a peaceful beginning to the new year!
I love how the poem brings us to these lines: "a prayer for being here, today, now, alive
in this life, in this evening, under this sky." So hard to do, so necessary right now!
This line right now: "a prayer for being here, today, now, alive
in this life, in this evening, under this sky."
Wow! Thank you for this.
Patricia, yes, me too!
Tracey, we are all in the same club. :)
Elli, I'm behind on everyone's blogs, but will catch up soon. I'm sorry you're in the throes!
Rose, I'm so happy you found this one to be a keeper.
Linda, I don't have far to walk (down my short driveway!) but just stepping outside is often enough to make me feel grateful (as long as it's not -10 degrees...) I love "a scrap of life made beautiful."
Buffy, I agree — so hard but so necessary!
Jone, my pleasure, and I'm glad you found beauty in it too.
It is the perfect poem for this moment, Karen. Thank you! I hope life settles down for you, and I wish you the loveliest of Christmases. Your gratitude journal is a wonderful idea that I will try to emulate. It gets trickier with age... hahaha.
Thanks for sharing this poem, Karen! "I say a prayer of gratitude for getting to this evening" - yes!
Thanks for this sensitive and beautiful poem and pic Karen. Someone recently said, Most of us are fortunate to be young, but not all of us are fortunate to become old–happy and grateful to be here too!
Karen, what a beautiful poem - these lines made me stop to reflect:
I pause in this moment at the beginning of my old age
and I say a prayer of gratitude for getting to this evening
The only change I would make is the word "old". It seems so dated, so out of touch with the way I feel it is as it is.
Thank you for this moment of peace.
Karen, ha, yes, doesn't everything get trickier with age? :)
Bridget, my pleasure!
Michelle, yes, it's a gift to remember that. ❤️
Carol, "old" can certainly be in the eye of the beholder and the one who is "aging" (or not aging.) ;)
Karen, thank you for this gift of a poem to read today. I love, love the ending lines, as they mimic my so-often prayers of gratitude too. Thanks for sharing.
"I say a prayer of gratitude for getting to this evening
a prayer for being here, today, now, alive
in this life, in this evening, under this sky"
Denise, yes, I feel that so often, too — intensely grateful for the moment, and for awareness that this present moment is all we can really count on.
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