Come With Me
To the quiet minute between two noisy minutes
It's always waiting ready to welcome us
Tucked under the wing of the day
I'll be there
Where will you be?
Poem by Naomi Shihab Nye from her book Come with Me: Poems for a Journey.
poem found at Paris Parfait
photo by lucy 5.17.08
tagged by sunrise sister to play the six word memoir game, here is mine today:
reaching, stretching, growing ---more than not...
...tomorrow could be something entirely different, because i am...
reaching, stretching, growing ☺
if you would like to play "officially", the rules are below. otherwise, please just leave your own little memoir in my comment box. please please please. ☺
1. Create a six word memoir
2. Post it on your site
3. Link it back to the tagger's site
4. Tag 5 other bloggers
by Mary Oliver
Every day
I see or I hear
something
that more or less
kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle
in the haystack
of light.
It is what I was born for---
to look, to listen,
to lose myself
inside this soft world---
to instruct myself
over and over
in joy,
and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,
the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant---
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,
the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help
but grow wise
with such teachings
as these---
the untrimmable light
of the world,
the ocean's shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?
lucy's photos @ mount rainier 5.01.08
