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Witness

Witness

Yesterday, this beautiful poem landed in my inbox from Steve Garnaas-Holmes, who writes a daily poetry blog, Unfolding Light.  

Advent blessings!

The brook is not the light
but it reflects the coming dawn.
The geese are not the winter,

but it falls from their wings.

The wave is not the sea;
the note is not the song;
I am not the light
but I am made of nothing else.

Bear witness.
If not to the light within,
bear witness to the dawn.
To the song.

The candle isn’t the sun,
but sings its song.
I don’t have to believe this,
just sing the song.

 

2 Comments
  • Nancy Rappaport

    December 15, 2017 at 9:02 am Reply

    Thanks for sharing this!
    Love poetry!
    What is your favorite poem? I love Time Somebody Told Me
    Time Somebody Told Me
     
    Time Somebody Told Me
    That I am lovely, good and real
        That I am beautiful inside
             If they only knew
    How that would make me feel.
     
    Time Somebody Told Me
    That my mind is quick, sharp
         And full of wit
    That I should keep on trying
         And never quit.
     
    Time Somebody Told Me
    How they loved and needed me
    How my smile is filled with hope
     And my spirit sets them free
    How my eyes shine, full of light
    How good they feel when they hug me tight.
     
         Time Somebody Told Me
     
    So, I had a talk with myself
        Just me, nobody else
         ‘cause it was time
    Somebody Told Me.
     
    Quatedius Hall, “Son of Reality,”age 12

    • kathleen.hirsch

      December 15, 2017 at 9:24 am Reply

      Wow, Nancy! What a gorgeous offering! Thanks for sharing this~!!!

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