Lord of having
Hell at hand
Lord of losing
what I have
this heaven now
may I move
in time
like a cloud
in sky
my torn form
the wind’s one sign
may my suffering be
speechless
clarity
as of water
in some reach
of rock
it would take
work
to ascend
and see
and may my hands
my eyes
the very nub
of my tongue
be scrubbed
out of this hour
if I should utter
the dirty word
eternity
~ Christian Wiman, Lord of Having. Every Riven Thing: Poems.
Photo: Sydneyrw
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wonderful
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I head read the first two paragraphs and immediately was reminded of the serenity one feels when viewing the clouds from an airplane…and then I saw your image for the post…perfect! 😀
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I had the EXACT same experience Mrs. P….thanks for sharing.
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I love the photo 🙂 Reminds me of this:
I wrote this earlier this month & sent it to a friend, to honor him & his success.
In Celebration …Your own Cloud Nine….
Clouds.. beauty and grace “a reminder of the majesty of an unseen God…”
I look above with wonder always seeking …
you kept reaching, stretching, growing and building …
you keep rising above …
you keep floating on toward the endless, possibilities…
may your journey in the enormity of the gift of life be eternally wondrous, full of creativity, beauty, light & Joy.
Peace to you,
The photo of the cloud, I took with you in mind, last week – grace, light, freedom loving, happiness, strength, vastness, airiness, softness and the landscape humbly grounding – the essence of you.
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A really insightful poem, Christie — I love it.
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Wonderful poem Christie. Thanks for sharing.
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Claudia Anderson, thank you 🙂
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SSS = simply splendid and stunning… merci-thanx, Sir and have a sunny week ahead! cheers, Mélanie
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S and Smiling. Thank you Melanie! You too…
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