Quiet Eyes

photo by Josh Scholten

I will be the gladdest thing
     Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
     And not pick one.

photo by Josh Scholten

I will look at cliffs and clouds
     With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
     And the grass rise.

photo by Josh Scholten

And when lights begin to show
     Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
     And then start down!

-Afternoon on a Hill by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)

photo by Josh Scholten
Thanks to Mr. Ryan Smit and the Concert Choir who introduced an appreciative audience to this poem set to music by Eric Barnum during last night’s Lynden Christian High School music concert

 

Edge of a Petal

photo of trillium by Josh Scholten

“It is at the edge of a petal that love waits.”
― William Carlos Williams

It is too easy to look for love only in the heart of things, usually up front and center, at once showpiece and show off.    We think of love as reverberating from deep within,  loud enough for all the world to hear and know it is so.

But as I advance on life’s road, I have found love quietly waiting at the periphery, fragile and so easily torn–it ends up clinging to the edges of our lives.  It is ever-present, protects and cherishes, fed by fine little veins which branch out to the tender margins.

It is on that delicate edge we dwell, waiting to be fed and oh so grateful.

photo by Josh Scholten