Here’s a beautiful poem for the close of 2014.
by Nils Peterson
A low morning sun threw fluttering
shadows against my window.
I thought, the angels have come.
Maybe it was just small birds, feasting
on winter berries, but I thought angels,
and thought they’ve whispered
in our ears, for something grows inside.
Our walks change with the weight of it.
Our eyes reach out for what is small, tender,
or shining. Something wants
to be born into this world,
and we grow inward and heavy with it.
(Also by Nils Peterson, from a poem in For This Day II
…he stayed around
watching, and humming
a new song almost to himself.
Be still enough.
You will hear.
MERRY CHRISTMAS & A HAPPY NEW YEAR!