On Living

Joan Fullerton        joanfullerton.com

Some
surrounded
by beautiful art
live stagnant lives
frozen by fears
of losing all
Beauty

Some
throw open
doors & windows
inviting`in the light
the salty`breezes
the bird`song
Grace

Living
is letting go
of what owns us
to receive that which
God would give
if we’d but
Trust

“To know what flesh inherits
learn the art of the little boat,
leave the solid footing,
row out upon the water.” ~ Wendell Berry

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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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2 Responses to On Living

  1. Love this. I’m bookmarking it because I am pondering the letting go.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Oh yes! Where I am also – trying to hold things more loosely

    Liked by 1 person

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