Saturday, October 29, 2011

The End of October

Sometimes, I Am Startled Out of Myself,

like this morning, when the wild geese came squawking,
flapping their rusty hinges, and something about their trek
across the sky made me think about my life, the places
of brokenness, the places of sorrow, the places where grief
has strung me out to dry. And then the geese come calling,
the leader falling back when tired, another taking her place.
Hope is borne on wings. Look at the trees. They turn to gold
for a brief while, then lose it all each November.
Through the cold months, they stand, take the worst
weather has to offer. And still, they put out shy green leaves
come April, come May. The geese glide over the cornfields,
land on the pond with its sedges and reeds.
You do not have to be wise. Even a goose knows how to find
shelter, where the corn still lies in the stubble and dried stalks.
All we do is pass through here, the best way we can.
They stitch up the sky, and it is whole again.
"Sometimes, I Am Startled Out of Myself," by Barbara Crooker, from Radiance. © Word Press, 2005. Reprinted without permission, but I hope Barbara doesn't mind because this poem really struck me the moment I read it. (buy now

 As October comes to a close, a snow storm approaches - Hello Winter. No one can hold back the changes of the earth, no one can hold back the changes in one's life. 

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

*sigh* Such beautiful words, yours and Barbara's. I am grappling with the changes in my life that I can't change, and loving the changes this time of year brings, both inside and out.


October 30, 2011 at 12:22 AM  
Blogger Linda Ellett said...

Hi Gwynnie - Thanks so much for stopping by and posting. Isn't it so true that change is part of life and acceptance can be so difficult. yet I always hold the hope that the best of it will come in the end.

October 30, 2011 at 9:36 AM  
Blogger Linda Starr said...

Ditto what Gwynnie said.

November 1, 2011 at 7:39 AM  

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