In this hush
between the rising and dusk
of one minute and month
a season arriving
a circle recycling
we see sharp and know cold
that not one thing stands
or stands still
Not one thing untouched
but all carried intact
by love
deep, far and beyond.
I wrote this at the end of 2001, the year my mother died of ovarian cancer, and the year everything seemed to die under a broken blue September sky. The sentiment is no less true in this year or month or day. Nothing stands but the love that carries us beyond. Posted in honor of all the fallen, and to support my friend Katrina Kenison in fundraising specifically for ovarian cancer research. Please consider helping her meet her goal today.
Thank you for this, Maezen!
Comment by Wendy — September 11, 2007 @ 3:24 pm
This, you, take my breath away.
Thank-you. This is all there is for me to say.
Comment by bella — September 11, 2007 @ 5:27 pm
you always say it just right. thank you.
Comment by phyllis@imabima — September 11, 2007 @ 6:32 pm
Beautiful.
Comment by Mama Zen — September 11, 2007 @ 10:17 pm
Here via Bella.
Wonderful words.
xo
Blue
Comment by Gillian @ Indigo Blue — September 12, 2007 @ 3:27 am
A hush just fell over me, and the world. Thank you.
Comment by Jena Strong — September 11, 2008 @ 5:29 pm
Thank you.
And Wendy, thinking of you today..xo
Comment by denise — September 11, 2008 @ 8:27 pm
I have been “off” all day — tense, angry, barely breathing. It wasn’t until mid-day it occurred to me what it was connected to. Last year I was in the hospital after a C-section with a 3-day-old, so the date was submerged amidst all of that. This year, however, I remembered.
Comment by Kathryn — September 12, 2008 @ 12:36 am
its so beautiful, karen, and i thank you for it. today is so heavy and full, always, and your blessing sends it off with a quiet dose of ever-true love and faith.
Comment by Holly — September 12, 2008 @ 2:58 am
Simply beautiful. Thank you, and namaste.
Comment by Judy Merrill-Smith — September 12, 2008 @ 5:42 pm
When words aren’t nearly enough, my deepest bow with a full heart.
Comment by Katharine — September 11, 2012 @ 2:34 pm
Love this.
Comment by Lorilin — September 11, 2012 @ 3:57 pm
Maezen, my friend and fellow teacher died of cancer just this evening. She was a very young mother. She taught kindergarten. This poem can be for Rebekkah too?
Comment by Nova — September 11, 2012 @ 6:18 pm