Sunday, October 10, 2010

Sister poems - "Quotidian" and "Waltz Barefoot"

Quotidian

On the periphery it flickers
Almost out of sight or reach
Blink and you miss it
The burning bush

Wash the
dishes, drive
to work, on
the phone, eating
dinner.
Never see or grasp.
It whispers but we miss the flame
Still it flares

Stop. Breathe. Listen. See.
Art in dishes’ sparkle
Symphony in traffic’s ebb and flow
Humanity in brief conversation
A feast in a bowl of stew
In all, it blazes

Stand barefoot

Live barefoot


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Waltz Barefoot

Take off your shoes, for the ground that you stand on is holy.
The burning bush blazes but is all too often neglected.
In the rush of the traffic, the call of our business, the clatter
Of dishes, the ring of a phone. We forget and don’t listen,
Don’t see and don’t notice, we’re too busy trying and striving
And doing to just stop and be. But sometimes a moment
Will catch our attention, and on the periphery we’ll get
A glimpse of something unusual, something that’s beautiful,
Something worth noticing, seeing, remembering. It’s waiting
There always if we’ll just stop and see and waltz barefoot.