A Poem For Today - Briefly It Enters, and Briefly Speaks

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Briefly It Enters, and Briefly Speaks

I am the blossom pressed in a book,

found again after two hundred years ....

I am the maker, the lover, and the keeper ....

When the young girl who starves

sits down to a table

she will sit beside me ....

I am food on the prisoner’s plate ....

I am water rushing to the wellhead,

filling the pitcher until it spills ....

I am the patient gardener

of the dry and weedy garden ....

I am the stone step,

the latch, and the working hinge ....

I am the heart contracted by joy ...

the longest hair, white

before the rest ....

I am there in the basket of fruit

presented to the widow ....

I am the musk rose opening

unattended, the fern on the boggy summit ....

I am the one whose love

overcomes you, already with you

when you think to call my name ….

    - Jane Kenyon

[John Jai Conley]

A lovely, elegant reminder of the unity of all things, both the beautiful and the difficult.

Thank you Jane and Ken.

🙏🏼🥸

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