Love Note: Standing Deer

Hello Loved Ones-

Today’s poem by Jane Hirshfield calls to my mind the ebbing and flowing of life’s seasons – our age and abilities, our passions and proclivities. This current period of isolation can be considered an ebb (or flow, depending on your angle) and thus for some has been a glass half full, while for many a glass half empty.

Regardless of individual perspectives, the truth on which we can rely is that it is here now and will pass. Likewise, life’s blessings will surely come and bring apparent fullness, as will challenges and the accompanying illusion of emptiness. In the process we are called to recognize the fleeting nature of both, and to immerse ourselves in the experience to gain from them the treasures embedded within.

In the weeks and months to come, perhaps we will think, “The Great Pause came with a blessing, then vanished.”

Peace to you on this quiet spring day,

Standing Deer

As the house of a person
in age sometimes grows cluttered
with what is
too loved or too heavy to part with,
the heart may grow cluttered.
And still the house will be emptied,
and still the heart.

As the thoughts of a person
in age sometimes grow sparer,
like a great cleanness come into a room,
the soul may grow sparer;
one sparrow song carves it completely.
And still the room is full,
and still the heart.

Empty and filled,
like the curling half-light of morning,
in which everything is still possible and so why not.

Filled and empty,
like the curling half-light of evening,
in which everything now is finished and so why not.

Beloved, what can be, what was,
will be taken from us.
I have disappointed.
I am sorry. I knew no better.

A root seeks water.
Tenderness only breaks open the earth.
This morning, out the window,
the deer stood like a blessing, then vanished.

~ Jane Hirshfield ~