A DIFFERENT HOLDING PATTERN
Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
If I am to hold the world in my heart,
then let me hold it the way leaves hold sunshine,
trapping the energy not for the sake of holding it,
but to transform it into nourishment.
Though the process isn’t simple, it’s common.
All around the globe, in every season,
leaves hold and synthesize
whatever the day gives them.
On a day when the energy of the world
seems too much to hold,
let me bid my heart turn
like a leaf to the sun
and make sugar.
The way Rilke turned grief into sonnets.
The way Sibelius turned war into song.
(My thanks to Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, via A Hundred Falling Veils.)
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Oh so beautiful 🙏
I saw some leaves yesterday at high altitude in the sunshine, changed to yellow - so bright and beautiful! Definitely had me turning my face to the sun.