What calls us on... always barely understood or seen, even when we think we know where we are going. The way forward not this way or that, but 'through' the hidden doorway between. 'An almost, a something just beyond me.' What I actually want found only through the door of the unrecognisable. DW
This is a "God-shot" for me today. Poetry is my medicine... prickly withdrawals were starting to kick... and then this - like an outstretched hand reaching through my inbox, beckoning... I gobbled the support... and am holding onto it now. Thank you. Bless you. Always.
Oh, I love this. It’s so much like a song of life and rhythm and being led to what’s deeply hidden inside and yet so easily seen actually…. Right there for the touching, this is so very beautiful and seems true to the letter that life writes to us as a gift… deeply touched my heart Thank you for this David.
Making room for poetry! I relish on your invitation David as I crawl between recovery and reset after a heavy cancer treatment. I find myself on « that good day, standing on the threshold between this world
Such peace and calm you bring to my 80 year old heart, and courage. Thank you so much for sharing your heart and soul with us all. We are blessed by your willingness and openness
...'and above the lark song / filling the living, breathing world, / with its own anticipation,
its own way of looking back / at me, and through me, / and like me, always / found in a new light,
always ready to be / wanted again...' DW
Words to fly by - I love this imagery and brought to me the vision of a Lark flying through its home in the air and having a 'birds eye' view of us all, and of us all ascending to also become the lark. Thank you David for this beautiful poetry
What calls us on... always barely understood or seen, even when we think we know where we are going. The way forward not this way or that, but 'through' the hidden doorway between. 'An almost, a something just beyond me.' What I actually want found only through the door of the unrecognisable. DW
This is a "God-shot" for me today. Poetry is my medicine... prickly withdrawals were starting to kick... and then this - like an outstretched hand reaching through my inbox, beckoning... I gobbled the support... and am holding onto it now. Thank you. Bless you. Always.
Reverence, I see and touch reverence here:
“the passing by
of a grave
on the way
to somewhere else,
my hat dipping
slowly in calm respect,”
This poem is a piercing of the cloud of unconsciousness in which I often unknowingly walk. Thanks for gently shaking me out of my wakeful slumber.
- Dwight Lee Wolter
A breath taking level of attention. I’m inspired! Thank you!
Oh, I love this. It’s so much like a song of life and rhythm and being led to what’s deeply hidden inside and yet so easily seen actually…. Right there for the touching, this is so very beautiful and seems true to the letter that life writes to us as a gift… deeply touched my heart Thank you for this David.
Making room for poetry! I relish on your invitation David as I crawl between recovery and reset after a heavy cancer treatment. I find myself on « that good day, standing on the threshold between this world
and the next ». Bless the day!
Such peace and calm you bring to my 80 year old heart, and courage. Thank you so much for sharing your heart and soul with us all. We are blessed by your willingness and openness
You have the gift of words. I get to read them. What amazing grace. Thank you
...'and above the lark song / filling the living, breathing world, / with its own anticipation,
its own way of looking back / at me, and through me, / and like me, always / found in a new light,
always ready to be / wanted again...' DW
Words to fly by - I love this imagery and brought to me the vision of a Lark flying through its home in the air and having a 'birds eye' view of us all, and of us all ascending to also become the lark. Thank you David for this beautiful poetry