No Hurry Now

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The birds do not sing in these mornings. The skies
are white all day. The Canadian geese fly over
high up in the moonlight with the lonely sound
of their discontent. Going south. Now the rains
and soon the snow. The black trees are leafless,
the flowers gone. Only cabbages are left
in the bedraggled garden. Truth becomes visible,
the architecture of the soul begins to show through.
God has put off his panoply and is at home with us.
We are returned to what lay beneath the beauty.
We have resumed our lives. There is no hurry now.
We make love without rushing and find ourselves
afterward with someone we know well. Time to be
what we are getting ready to be next. This loving,
this relishing, our gladness, this being puts down
roots and comes back again year after year. 
~Jack Gilbert “Half the Truth”

 

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Time to be
what we are getting ready to be next.

Once again comes
a slowing of days and lengthening of nights;
we are being prepared for months of stillness and silence
without the rush and hurry
of madding lives.

I relish this time
peering past a vanishing beauty
to discern the Truth.

 

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2 thoughts on “No Hurry Now

  1. Dear Emily,
    You have a way of weaving words and images together so that the unseen music of them becomes a song that enchants, soothes and gladden the heart. Thank you!!!

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  2. Yes. Stripped bare of all added external distractions and in humble, waiting silence —THAT is the time when we are able to hear His voice and, if necessary, to begin to
    re-adjust our thinking, our lives appropriately – now refreshed and re-armed with His truth….
    Thank you, Emily.

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