I think I should read more of Derek Mahon's poetry (born 1941 in Belfast, died in 2020 in Cork). My gratitude to Sister Joan Chittister for including this poem in her newsletter.
This morning's view of the sunrise was a blessing, and a beautiful way to begin the day - with beauty, awe, and gratitude.
How should I not be glad to contemplate
the clouds clearing beyond the dormer window
and a high tide reflected on the ceiling?
There will be dying, there will be dying,
but there is no need to go into that.
The poems flow from the hand unbidden
and the hidden source is the watchful heart.
The sun rises in spite of everything
and the far cities are beautiful and bright.
I lie here in a riot of sunlight
watching the day break and the clouds flying.
Everything is going to be all right.
Derek Mahon, from Selected Poems
image: Not the view out my window, but rather First Congregational Church, Martinez
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