It is a kind of love, is it not?
How the cup holds the tea,
How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes
Or toes. How soles of feet know
Where they’re supposed to be.
I’ve been thinking about the patience
Of ordinary things, how clothes
Wait respectfully in closets
And soap dries quietly in the dish,
And towels drink the wet
From the skin of the back.
And the lovely repetition of stairs.
And what is more generous than a window?
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
The Patience of Ordinary Things
The ordinary can bring us to amazing awareness if we will let it:
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Nice Ellie,
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What is more generous than a window? That's something to ponder. . . .
ReplyDeleteYes, I loved that line too, Jan.
ReplyDeleteor to revise slightly, what could be more generous than ellie's daily blogging? always very nice to see your voice here and the things you share every day. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sara. What a lovely thing to say!
ReplyDeleteI couldn't agree more! Thanks Ellie for your postings. BTW ... so happy you have a new dog now!
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