John O'Donohue - Time to be slow

art Henry Bright (1810-1873)

 This is the time to be slow,
Lie low to the wall
Until the bitter weather passes.

Try, as best you can, not to let
The wire brush of doubt
Scrape from your heart
All sense of yourself
And your hesitant light.

If you remain generous,
Time will come good;
And you will find your feet
Again on fresh pastures of promise,
Where the air will be kind
And blushed with beginning.

from his book, To Bless the Space Between

thanks to Oriah Mountain Dreamer

 

Pat Schneider - The Patience of Ordinary Things

image Tan Sim Louis Chong

 It is a kind of love, is it not?
How the cup holds the tea,
How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes
Or toes. How soles of feet know
Where they’re supposed to be.
I’ve been thinking about the patience
Of ordinary things, how clothes
Wait respectfully in closets
And soap dries quietly in the dish,
And towels drink the wet
From the skin of the back.
And the lovely repetition of stairs.
And what is more generous than a window?


 - Pat Schneider, Another River: New and Selected Poems

https://patschneider.com/pat/

Thank you Miriam Louisa Simons
 

Alain Joly - This little piece of fire

I do not know where the fire comes from
It is hidden, ready to burst
A piece of ember under the ashes

When the flame has died out
The ashes are left,
Like a thick coat
Tenacious
Like a screed

It doesn’t let anything pass
But the ember doesn’t die
It remains there
Hot
Waiting

We sometimes need so little
A tiny stimulation
To remove one by one the grey leaves
Glued
Welded
Undo the uncanny order
Of all these withering years

It sometimes takes very little
To revive
Timid
Intact
This little piece of fire
That contains the ardour and the madness of all flames
Of all rebirths
Of all cures

poem via the culturium

https://thedawnwithin.com/