“…"You don't have to
prove anything," my mother said. "Just be ready
for what God sends." I listened and put my hand
out in the sun again. It was all easy…..”
- William Stafford (1914-1993) from his last poem "Are You Mr. William Stafford?"
(Thanks to Maria Popova/the marginalian for her ponder of this bright light.)
I was a bride married to amazement. …” - Mary Oliver (1935-2019) from her poem When Death Comes
“The day is gently sinking to a close,
Fainter and yet more faint the sunlight glows…
Where Thou art present, darkness cannot be,
Midnight is glorious noon, O Lord, with Thee.”
“... By the side of the river he trotted as one trots, when very small, by the side of a man who holds one spellbound by exciting stories; and when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the insatiable sea.” —Kenneth Grahame (1859-1932), The Wind in the Willows)
“We followed a trail into the hills on the eastern edge of the wide valley, our view dominated by the backdrop of mountains dark with the hazy purple-blue of distant conifers.“
-Thunder Voice, Sam Keaton Series by Sigmund Brouwer, p. 95
