"Deeply moving . . . complex emotions and ideas are handled with disarming simplicity" John W. Gardner, Former Secretary of Health, Education, and Welfare. "This is a book of wisdom in the form of poems, useful, yet delightful and even sometimes surprising. A single poem can shift thinking so everything is different from then on" Carol Pearson, author of The Hero Within. "Judy's work is rooted in the shared soil of our lives, and her images help us understand how lovely and full of promise our common ground is. You hold a feast of insight in your hands. Read it and be nourished." Parker J. Palmer, author of Let Your Life Speak and A Hidden Wholeness.
The Sea Accepts All Rivers & Other Poems
By Judy BrownTrafford Publishing
Copyright © 2016 Judy Brown
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4907-6869-4Contents
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS, ix,
PREFACE, xi,
NOTICING,
Beginnings, 3,
Wooden Boats, 4,
Dead, 6,
Seeing Complexity, 8,
Sorrow, 9,
Hoarding Pain, 10,
Circles, 12,
The Other Shoe, 13,
Connection, 14,
Traps, 16,
Just Human, 17,
Invisible, 19,
Trough, 20,
Our Music, 22,
Stop It, 23,
The Universe Says, 25,
Underneath the Porch, 28,
Again, 29,
CREATING SPACE,
Emptiness Invites, 33,
Fire, 34,
To the People In My Lost Calendar, 36,
Sabbatical, 37,
Lost File, 39,
The Walk, 40,
The Recluse, 41,
Alone, 42,
Leadership Like Symphonies, 43,
Fishing, 44,
The Arborist, 45,
Ceremonies, 46,
Vast Sky, 48,
Rest, 49,
Snow Days, 50,
SHIFTING PERSPECTIVES,
When Did the Weather Shift?, 55,
Dialogue and Measurement, 56,
Invitation, 57,
Startings and Endings, 59,
Bridges, 61,
If You Were Sick, 62,
Shouting Yes, 65,
Airborne, 66,
Which It? Which They?, 67,
Time, 68,
Apple Wood, 69,
Sometimes, 71,
Moth, 72,
The Sea Accepts All Rivers, 73,
Companion, 75,
SPEAKING TRUTH,
Luminescence, 79,
Stop Dancing, 80,
Now, 81,
Easier, 82,
Truth, 83,
Answer, 84,
Sign, 86,
Synchronicity, 87,
Garden, 89,
Crosswise, 91,
Stories, 92,
Moved, 94,
Trapeze, 95,
Progress, 97,
Heard, 99,
Somewhere, 100,
CHAPTER 1
NOTICING
BEGINNINGS
* * *
Beginnings are gentle
if we let them be
not brass bands
nor gongs of certainty
but flute sounds. ...
quiet questioning
soft inquiry.
WOODEN BOATS
* * *
I have a brother who builds wooden boats,
who knows precisely how a board
can bend or turn, steamed just exactly
soft enough so he, with help of friends,
can shape it to the hull.
The knowledge lies as much
within his sure hands on the plane
as in his head;
it lies in love of wood and grain,
a rough hand resting on the satin
of the finished deck.
Is there within us each
such artistry forgotten
in the cruder tasks
the world requires of us,
the faster modern work
that we have
turned our lives to do?
Could we return to more of craft
within our lives,
and feel the way the grain of wood runs true,
by letting our hands linger
on the product of our artistry?
Could we recall what we have known
but have forgotten,
finding gifts within ourselves,
each other too,
and thus transform a world
as he and his frie