If it rains, carry an umbrella, if it’s cold, wear a jacket.

As soon as the snow melts the grass begins to grow. Even
though the daytime high is barely above freezing, even
though May is very like November, marsh marigolds bloom
in the swamp and the popple trees produce a faint green
that hangs under the low clouds like a haze over the valley.
This is the way the saints live, no complaints, no suspicion,
no surprise. If it rains, carry an umbrella, if it’s cold, wear
a jacket.

~ Louis Jenkins, “Saints” from “Just Above Water: Prose Poems


Notes: Poem: Thank you Beth @ Alive on all Channels.  Photo: Marsh Marigold in Swamp via nature preserves

Comments

  1. I just saw this lived out in Shanghai! It has changed me deeply. 🙏🏻

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  2. Simple advice. Go with the flow. Pretty much my mantra.

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  3. Such good advice, AND a great text/photo combo….

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  4. Perfectly simple and simply perfect!

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  5. Yes David a great advice and just flow with the times.

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  6. Always workin’ on my ‘attitude of gratitude.’ 🙏🏻

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  7. such a good metaphor for all of life

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  8. No complaints, no suspicion, no surprise 😇 Being at peace with the weather is a great measure of our enlightenment!

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  9. Reblogged this on It Is What It Is and commented:
    What to do? … JUST ABOVE WATER … ‘This is the way the saints live, no complaints, no suspicion,
    no surprise. If it rains, carry an umbrella, if it’s cold, wear
    a jacket … Louis Jenkins, “Saints” from “Just Above Water: Prose Poems“

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  10. Love the photo of the delicate yellow marsh marigolds–they come through the cold and wet with their beauty.
    …and, wear a waterproof jacket!

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  11. Just a tad common sense

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  12. Christie says:

    The Marsh Marigolds are blooming along the creek and in our yard (even under the Aspen tree) as I type away…he and the dog walked along the creek this morning he came through the door with a wildflower bouquet: white daisy, fragrant pink wild roses, darker pink clover, purple camas, wild grass, a closed goats beard and petite yellow pea or vetch flowers, so dainty part of the tendrils’ veining blossoms have gone to seed looking just like the edible peas in our garden only so tiny..

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