a pocket poem + a thank you
a pocket-sized poem . an excerpt from "Our Grandmothers" by Maya Angelou
It's Poem In Your Pocket Day.
Oh how this day makes me so darn happy! Throughout the day I saw a few poems pop up in Instagram and on Flickr and on Facebook. Love this! If you carried a poem around in your pocket, will you let me know which one you were called to today? And if you didn't carry one, think about carrying one tomorrow...or the day after that...or every day. It is some kind of magic to carry a poem.
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I also want to say thank you for being out there in the world sharing pieces of yourself. I am so grateful for the ways this crazy internet world connects us. Thank you for taking the time to connect...to say "I see you"...to show up. The ripples of this are so much bigger than you will ever know. Yes.
liz lamoreux
Reader Comments (3)
So powerful, inspiring and moving. Thank you Liz, of the light you shine ;)
Thank you. ;-) And as I told you earlier, mine is the same poem (different lines), so here is a photo: http://www.flickr.com/photos/24116506@N02/6971387880/in/photostream
I carried around The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry. I feel like this poem was written just for me:
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
How delicious it was to think of all the other kindred souls with paper burning up their pockets!