Reflection for September 6, 2017

After a sleepless night, worrying about the world

I stand in the whispering grass,
watching the mountains crouch 
under their burden of sky.

The morning sun glides above the peaks
and the field is suddenly flooded
with turquoise light.  A flock of re wings rise.

they turn together like a page of poetry.
I read between the lines
realize I am lonely, and afraid.

I worry about the wars, the weather,
the end of the beautiful, broken world.
I see the way we can harden our hearts

when fear is what moves us.
Now a marsh hawk cruises the yellow reeds, she dives swiftly
and some soft-furred creature’s life is over.

For each of us, hauling our basket of dreams,
it is only one breath, one breath,
that divides this world, and the next.

What is there to do then but give thanks,
Offer praise and gratitude for the sweetness we’re allotted.
Fling open our burning hearts, and help each other.

Elaine Sutton

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