Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year's Day:
These are the three holy days
When an early morning walk is worship.
There is not silence but peace;
On this day, one is not the other.
The walk is not movement across the earth
But a deep embrace, a good morning,
A falling into the arms of every beautiful thing,
A wide-eyed waking up and seeing
That the world is good.
These are the three holy days
When an early morning walk is worship.
There is not silence but peace;
On this day, one is not the other.
The walk is not movement across the earth
But a deep embrace, a good morning,
A falling into the arms of every beautiful thing,
A wide-eyed waking up and seeing
That the world is good.
29 comments:
I really like this poem, and the photo is perfect with it. Peace after hard labour.
I agree! I love walking and this sounds perfect
Lovely, Sandy. Sent a gentle thrill to my heart.
and I might add one more . . . Easter. Perfect to see the sunrise on an early morning walk.
Your words bring peace to life as opposed to an abstract concept! Beautifuly done!
Very moving. I particularly like the line:
"The walk is not movement across the earth/
But a deep embrace," An unusual and appropos metaphor. Have you heard of the "walking meditation" practiced by Buddhists?
peaceful photo and poem...enjoyed them both.
Love the photo and poem!
Hi Sandy -- This is a perfect poem for you, a regular walker. I used to run, I am trying to think if I had worshipful thoughts on these holy days. I think I did until my mind wandered.
Your poem is very pretty and mood setting. I like the cattail picture also.
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Cat tails! Gosh, haven't seen them in awhile, thanks for sharing
And good words to express it. When you can feel like this on a morning walk, the whole day goes well.
I love it! We are usually gone on Thanksgiving, but I have not missed my early morning Christmas walk in the woods in 25 years, even if it meant using snowshoes.
It's a lovely shot and the poem compliments it.
There is such a gentle, comforting feel to this poem Sandy. Lovely and great photo too. Hugs, G
Really beautiful. Happy belated Thanksgiving.
Beautiful, Sandy. I really love the line of falling into the arms of all that is beautiful. Dynamite. I followed this theme too today.
This is very moving!
Exquisite... such a wonderful expression of the glory of life and living.
Welcoming, indeed. This is lovely!
they actually look like waffles.
three holiday coming and are definitely one of the most joyous.
An awakening to the world of beauty. Knowing that everything is sacred. Exquisite.
Life is indeed good. Thank you for sharing.
"A falling into the arms of every beautiful thing." I love that line and I love that poem.
an early morning walk as worship - it has been too long since I did that - thank you for reminding me :o)
.."When an early morning walk is worship"_
.."The walk is not movement across the earth
But a deep embrace"_from the metaphor of a walk
to the beauty of life~perhaps exploring what 'worship' really is ,really for..beautiful..many thanks
Dear Sandy--
Beautiful connection with the land which bears our weight every day; somehow in the winter I'm more aware of the earth...
Lovely--thank you!
So lovely, it makes me vow to make this a ritual! I went biking early morning Thanksgiving and it was as you wrote.
That crisp - start of the day feeling, captured.
Nicely done!
Such a beautiful poem of contentment and peace.
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