It’s not that we don’t
Have worries, wonders and longings.
It’s that we don’t know
How to quell or fulfill them
In a timely fashion.
Oh, to be like a leaf on a tree.
It has a clear purpose,
But fulfills its destiny
Without concern, stress
Or self-absorbed disregard
For all the other leaves
In the tree.
Neither does it worry
When it changes color,
Dries up, falls from the tree
And turns to brown.
~ by Stan Stewart
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2 thoughts on “#Poem – just this”
Another nice one, it reminds me a bit of Thomas Merton, a poet-monk who wrote a lot of poems about Nature.
Very nice way of relating to Nature to try to find the hidden/inexplicable meaning of life.
I don’t know that I’m prepared to compare my poetry with Thomas Merton’s. I do love some of his works. For example, “…the silence of the forest is my bride and the sweet dark warmth of the whole world is my love and
out of the heart of that dark warmth comes the secret that is heard only in silence, but it is the root of
all the secrets that are whispered by all the lovers in their beds all over the world.” So yes, I do think it’s wise to seek the beauty in ourselves by witnessing the beauty and the rest of nature.
It’s always a pleasure when you drop by my blog, Ivette. Your fluent capabilities in multiple languages and your scholarly knowledge of writings impresses me every time we interact.
In other words, thank you.
Blessings and see you soon,
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