How can we find words for “everyday mystery” these days? And I mean in ways beyond all the old religious constructs. They may no longer ring true for you. They may feel tired, or loaded, or may trigger you in whatever ways. Poetry is one possibility.
Everyday Mystery
You can’t know what I have to share
unless I tell you. I know,
I know it’s fraught, the spiritual,
no way to cross that threshold with anyone
who hasn’t opened—or who has closed
for whatever reason—
that door. No way
to offer that wine.
Or is there? Is a baby’s breath enough,
or a dew-covered tomato shining
through viney profusion
in the backyard next to the fig tree
spilling its jewels?
Because those moments do come,
like sudden lightning that clears the field
and jolts our hearts, too,
simple exchanges
that meet their mark.
Words and moments that matter.
What will I see, feel, know,
offer, and be fed by today if I watch
closely, present to the mystery
in everything? The question
thrills me. And
that matters, too.
So lovely, Teresa. Thank you.
You’re so sweet, Mary. Thank you.
lovely poetry! thank you!
Thank you, Maria!
Beautifully written, Teresa Young. The power of mystery is it can remain as such and still be enjoyed as much for what is unknown as known. I am grateful to Dennis Pitocco for sharing your poetry on the Women of Facebook Create FB page so we may all enjoy it, and invite you to join and share your other writings as well.
Thank you so much, Kat!
Teresa – When Larry tells you that you have used Strong Ink, you can be sure your writing is extraordinary. I agree with him wholeheartedly. Your poem reminds us to be open to the simple mysteries that we encounter every day. Bravo.
I truly appreciate your kind feedback, Len. And what you wrote here about us being “open to the simple mysteries that we encounter every day” just gave me goosebumps. So true. Thank you!
Beautiful, Teresa!
Aw, thank you, Laura.
This is Strong Ink with a dash of mystery and tenderness.
You’re sweet, Larry, thank you. I’m surprised to find that I feel much more vulnerable sharing this little poem than a prose piece. So I appreciate your vote of confidence. It’s a little bit of counterpoint to the voice inside me saying, “Yikes, I’ll not soon do THAT again!”