Beloved Friends- During the month of August I will be away for a time of sabbath and renewal. While I am gone, I am offering some of my favorite poems to be solace and strength for your journey. May God bless each of us with silence, rest, play, and the company of those we love in hopes of remembering and renewing our deepest joy.
And may you never forget that you are loved,
Now I Become Myself. (by May Sarton)
Now I become myself.
Time, many years and places;
I have been dissolved and shaken,
Worn other people’s faces,
run madly, as if Time were there,
terribly old, crying a warning,
“Hurry, you will be dead before–“
(What? Before you reach the morning?
Or the end of the poem is clear?
Or love safe in the walled city?)
Now to stand still,
to be here,
feel my own weight and density!
The black shadow on the paper
is my hand; the shadow of a word
as thought shapes the shaper
falls heavy on the page, is heard.
All fuses now, falls
from wish to action, word to silence,
my work, my love, my time, my face
gathered into one intense
gesture of growing like a plant.
As slowly as the
fertile, detached, and always spent,
falls but does not exhaust the root,
so all the poem is, can give,
grows in me to become the song,
made so and rooted by love.
Now there is time and
Time is young.
O, in this single hour I live
all of myself and do not move.
I, the pursued, who madly ran,
Stand still, stand still, and stop the sun!