The Searcher – Lent Fifteen

Australian Aboriginal Painting by Elizabeth Nyumi

Australian Aboriginal Painting by Elizabeth Nyumi

In the shallows of the seashore
she wades ankle`deep among rocks
in the salty icy winter brine
Shoulders stooped below bent hips
cuffs rolled up at leg & arm
her chaffed red hands search
among the slippery stones
for little things easily over`looked
sand`dollars & star`fish & green jade
hollow`eyed children & young bag`women
those who when the tide retreats
will not – that is – can never survive
due to their fragile vulnerability
These she places carefully
into her white bucket which bears
a crudely hand`painted red cross
When the load is all she can bear
she carries it down the beach
out the long dock where summer boats
stay tied up for the day
There she pours her treasures
like an offering back into the deep
There’d been a time she’d walked
the high`road beside him stride`for`stride
in the rhythmic ebb & flow
of his breath Coyote in the brush!
But he was the thinker She the doer
He pressed on urgently resolute
towards a future only he could shape
Distracted by the interminable needs
of the unshaped present world she loved
she’d gradually fallen behind
exchanging the world for the one or two
perhaps the three she could help save

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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5 Responses to The Searcher – Lent Fifteen

  1. kiwiskan says:

    for some reason WordPress would not let me reply to your comment on those Egyptian Christians – but thank you Peter

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    • You’re very welcome, Maureen . . . I found that reading their ‘tract’ put the news about their massacre into an entirely new light – one of compassion not only for the tragic victims but for the misguided perpetrators as well, as Jesus taught . . . Thank you for bringing it to light by posting it on your blog . . .

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  2. This was ever so easy for me to fall into Peter. Gentle touching truth. Life.

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