When, as will happen, we falter, weary,
for now, of even our own small part
in singing perpetual praise
to the patience within sunlight
to the mercy within darkness
to the wisdom within water,
faltering, we still half hear
our own angel sing on,
our own angel who has been singing
forever and is always
just beginning to sing.
Oh, my. What a wonderful pairing of image and poem. You certainly have a good grasp of poetry as well as artistic ability. Long ago and not so far away, I was an English major--were you as well? Thank you for this New Year's Eve blessing.
Thank you, Jackie, for the lovely compliment. I never was an English major, as I totally botched punctuation....:''''!!!??? however, I had absolutely the best English teacher in 7th grade and she taught us to love poetry. It is somehow a distillation of thought, and at least for me, rivals anything possible in an audio or visual form.
This image as well as the one for New Year's Day -- both very beautiful. I love the poem. Thank you for this offering of beauty to our senses every day. Happy new year.
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