Tomorrow’s work is full
of dreams,
of plans,
of goals
no form until the new day dawns,
curling quiet at our feet while
heads still rest on pillows, it
waits to be fed with new energy.
“Each day is always breaking out anew.
Aspirations swirling round what you do.”
~ Richard L. Ratliff, poet
By the sidewalk,
tucked in and beautiful
a clutch of white lilies bloom.
“Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white.”
~ Christina Rossetti, poet
(1830 ~ 1894)
Wondering what there is at the end
of the journey of life is
full of imaginings and worries
until I tire of wondering
setting my bare feet into new grass
to feel cool earth.
Wondering what tomorrow will bring
~ easy to let go of because
I’ve known many tomorrows,
for the imaginings and worries
are thin and without substance.
Wondering what my purpose in this world
could be seems empty of meaning.
So I just enjoy the surroundings of home
and the sun setting over the roof tops.
“You see, the what if's are as boundless as the stars.”
~ Sally Gardner, Maggot Moon
Options tested for
here and there,
why and why not,
for maybe and for sure
take up too much space
in a muddled head,
while ordinary tasks
get done. People say
‘you think too much’
and maybe so but I want
the goshawks and sparrows,
the robins and meadow larks
to know that their beauty is
part of life that lifts
‘too much thinking’ to the skies of
possibility for each tomorrow.
“Sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”
~ Lewis Carroll
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| Milk Thistle Royal Saskatchewan Museum |
Roaming the gardens
sets my prairie heart
beside bees and butterflies
gathering nectar and pollen
from native wild flowers,
while bugs and beetles
hide their busyness
in the wildness.
“To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work.”
~ Mary Oliver, Yes!No!
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| Prairie Garden Royal Saskatchewan Museum |
Running toward tomorrow
always risks
losing out on today.
Go fast enough to get there, but slow enough to see.”
~ Jimmy Buffett, singer, songwriter
Orchestration of a life takes
today, tomorrow and everyday
with silent rays of bright sun,
drift and clamour of storm clouds,
dark of night pinpricked by the stars
while seasons conduct
the come and go of spring flowers
trees decked out in green summer wear
give way to the flamboyance of fall
fields of grain divided by country roads,
snow and ice, wind and rain,
heavy fur under coats for animals and
heavy parkas and boots for soft bodies
joys uplifting souls while sorrows bring
counterpoints to the orchestration of life.
“Conductors don’t suffer, they are part of the performance.”
~ Michael Tippett, composer
(1905 ~ 1998)
