I have dearly loved the work of certain poets, and they have enriched my life, but the poetry of life itself is something altogether different. It too, has a meter and a beat, lines that are melancholy, and lines that are sweet. The poetry presents itself to us each day, a new page yet unwritten.
There is poetry in the summer sky, the blade of grass where a butterfly rests, and in the little hand that reaches up to take your own. We miss these poetic moments when we base our lives only on meeting deadlines and goals, impervious to the splendor that surrounds us. Goals count. Deadlines matter. But in the midst of it all is the present hour, imbued with the radiant glow of the sun rising or setting, and the scattered light that seems to follow us wherever we go, one day after another.
Life is poetry in motion. We grow in proportion to each measured beat when we allow our feet to dance. There is a musicality to our days, dance steps we only learn through dancing, choosing our own way as best we can. If we do not pause at times, and take a deep breath, we miss the magic.
I love the poem, ‘The Road Not Taken’, by Robert Frost. The traveler does not choose the less traveled road without contemplating his choices first. In the words of Robert Frost, “And be one traveler long I stood. And looked down one as far as I could to where it bent in the undergrowth. Then took the other as just as fair…”
There is joy on the open road where we come face to face with the poetry that is our life story. It is an illusion when we tell ourselves we cannot break out on another path. It is a lie when we believe that things must stay exactly the way they are, if it is a path that brings only heartache.
The poetry of our lives is sometimes found in the detours, in the places where we stand still and discover a field of sunflowers. We discover that our focus should be on the light, our faces lifted upward, like a sunflower seeking sunshine.
John 8:12: When Jesus spoke to the people, he said, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”
Linda, this is so beautiful! I love looking for God’s touch in the world He has created. There is such beauty, majesty, grace and tenderness, which gives us a tiny glimpse of His wonderful Presence. Thank you for sharing this. May our lives be a beautiful poem pointing others to the greatest Poet ever! Bless you!
Such an insightful comment! God is the greatest poet, and all creation is the art of his hand. Often, as I have read scripture, either Psalms, or the Song of Solomon, I am overwhelmed by the sheer beauty of the language. Of course, it is more than that; scripture is the inspired Word of God. Still, there is no poetry on the earth more beautifully written. And yes, God created everything with such awesome detail; it is as if He traced the entire universe with the imprint of His heart. His imprint is everywhere and in everything…there is no end to His love. It is in the stars and in you and I. Thank you for your comment…it says it all.
I know exactly what you mean, Linda. I am totally captivated by the beauty of God in everything He has made. I was listening to scripture as I walked today and I was thinking the same thing – there is no poetry more beautiful than this. His power, His beauty, His majesty, His tenderness – there is no end to His imprint. Praying we see it all the more and enjoy God in the process!
Wishing you blessings this day…and every day! I pray your prayer as well; may our hearts be ever captivated by the love of God in Christ Jesus, and in the wonder of all that He has created.
Kinda, I enjoyed spending some morning time with your thoughts. Life very much resembles the words reflected in one’s poetry.
Yes, you are a true poet! That one line sums up my post: “Life very much resembles the words reflected in one’s poetry.’ The lens through which we see the world creates what we see; therefore, our words reflect that vision.
Linda, I always appreciate my time on your blog. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you! I appreciate your comments!
you are so right, many miss the poetry and joy of life rushing about too busy to notice that death is just around the corner …
Life is such a gift…so much beauty all around us. And yes, there is a poetry to life itself that we must cling to; roses and thorns, raindrops and sun showers, all are intricate parts of that poem. It is not that we are happy every moment of every day, and it does not negate that we have trials and tribulations. It is simply a way of ever-reaching to find joy in our midst whenever we can, to cherish the little things that may actually be really big things in the end.
Very well said Linda!
Thank you! Gardening is one of my favorite things. I like that there is always something new to learn about. And no matter how hard you plan, gardening is kind of an adventure; one plant thrives and another may not. It is always very interesting!
so very true, seemingly no rhyme or reason but I feel there is a bigger picture we maybe missing 🙂
Yes! As in life, there is a good deal of mystery…All we can do is keep planting seeds of hope in our lives and gardens. Little surprises await, and sometimes, the ‘big picture’ becomes clearer with time. Still, it begins with the seeds, the willingness to try again and again, knowing that each small step will eventually make a difference.
beautifully said Linda, resonates deeply with me 🙂
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