A birthday re-post !
At dusk, everything blurs and softens…
The horse bears me along, like grace,
making me better than what I am,
and what I think or say or see
is whole in these moments, is neither
small nor broken. Who then
is better made to say be well, be glad,
or who to long that we, as one,
might course over the entire valley,
over all valleys, as a bird in a great embrace
of flight, who presses against her breast,
in grief and tenderness,
the whole weeping body of the world?
~Linda McCarriston from “Riding Out At Evening”
Remembering three score of younger birthdays on my 60th today~~
What I think or say or see is whole
in these tender moments
of my lengthening life
in this weeping world:
I am so glad to be so well.