Don't forget to stop and smell the roses today! I know I need it.
A Thousand Rumis
The blue-white sparkle of sunlight
on snow—it's like that. Too much
to take in, too achingly beautiful.
Like starlight: sharp. You shield your eyes
against what is most wonderful,
hide from what hurts. It all hurts.
Better to be blind and deaf
and dumb to it all. No hands,
no face, no way to love.
Still, stumps and wounds, weary,
you would take in more than
a thousand Rumis could sing in chorus,
need to protect yourself from the wonder
of so much beauty in this lost world.
I'm sorry, and sorry, and sorry
for what you must bear, and still,
there is this: you must.
on snow—it's like that. Too much
to take in, too achingly beautiful.
Like starlight: sharp. You shield your eyes
against what is most wonderful,
hide from what hurts. It all hurts.
Better to be blind and deaf
and dumb to it all. No hands,
no face, no way to love.
Still, stumps and wounds, weary,
you would take in more than
a thousand Rumis could sing in chorus,
need to protect yourself from the wonder
of so much beauty in this lost world.
I'm sorry, and sorry, and sorry
for what you must bear, and still,
there is this: you must.
— Paula J. Lambert
It is indeed beautiful, Christian, and such a perfect photograph to go with it.
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