The light along the hills in the morning comes down slowly, naming the trees white, then coasting the ground for stones to nominate.
Notice what this poem is not doing.
A house, a house, a barn, the old quarry, where the river shrugs, how much of this place is yours?
Notice what this poem is not doing.
Every person gone has taken a stone to hold, and catch the sun.
The carving says, “Not here, but called away.”
Notice what this poem is not doing.
The sun, the earth, the sky, all wait.
The crowns and redbirds talk.
The light along the hills has come, has found you.
Notice what this poem has not done.
~ Notice What This Poem Is Not Doing – William Stafford
2 responses to “Notice What This Poem Is Not Doing – William Stafford”
She will come on clouds of white like an angel descending from heaven Amen
I think part of trusting God is looking to the future excitement not with worry and dread HE will work out everything for HIS good and in that joy subsists in my soul Shalom 💫