Poets remind us of yes

Asheville_sky_2 Yes

It could happen any time, tornado,
earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen.
Or sunshine, love, salvation.

It could, you know. That's why we wake
and look out - no guarantees
in this life.

But some bonuses, like morning,
like right now, like noon,
like evening.

- William Stafford

About Patti Digh

Patti Digh is an author, speaker, and educator who builds learning communities and gets to the heart of difficult topics. Her work over the last three decades has focused on diversity, inclusion, social justice, and living and working mindfully. She has developed diversity strategies and educational programming for major nonprofit and corporate organizations and has been a featured speaker at many national and international conferences.

7 comments to " Poets remind us of yes "
  • Thanks for sharing the words of William Stafford. I became acquainted with his work while living in Oregon.

    I really like this one:

    Through the Junipers
    by William Stafford

    In the afternoon I wander away through
    the junipers. They scatter on low hills
    that open and close around me.
    If I go far enough, all sight or sound
    of people ends. I sit and look endless miles
    over waves of those hills.

    And then between sentences later when anyone
    asks me questions troubling to truth,
    my answers wander away and look back.
    There are these days, and there are these hills
    nobody thinks about, even in summer.
    And part of the life doesn’t have any home.

  • Valerie

    Dear Patti,

    The picture and poem are beautiful. Rosy clouds remind me of my grandfather since he was the first person I ever asked (when I was 5 or younger) “Why are the clouds PINK!?”

  • I love this. I just linked to it, as it fit my post today perfectly.

  • jasper

    Like the poem but for that “or”

    Tornados, earthquakes, Armageddon (metaphorically speaking) and sunshine, love, salvation (literally speaking) are not mutually exclusive. We need to remember that even at the worst of times in our lives.

    I am caring for my mother who has an aggressive form of ALS and is in the final months of her life. We have, during these last eight months, experienced both grief and joy beyond measure. There is no “either/or” in the way she lives and there is no “either/or” in the way she dies.

  • Beautiful – thank you for sharing this and your views on life.

    peace-
    janet

  • Nice poem. Williams Stafford is an awesome lyricist.

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