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The Light

05.28.14 Posted in today's words by

Nancy Scott wrote this poem.

The Light
By Nancy Scott

When I was a girl and lived in the city
I used to get up early, stand at the window of my tiny apartment
to watch the dawn break over the tall buildings.
I called my ritual “welcoming the light,” and I loved it,
loved letting the day come to me with whatever it had to give,
loved letting it happen, letting it be okay.

Now that I’m older I spend many evenings on the screen porch
watching the sun set over misty mountains.
Buddhists call this practice “sitting with the dying day,”
and I love this meditation, love doing it,
observing the mellow light for as long as it lasts,
then letting it go, letting it be okay.


8 Responses to “The Light”

  1. Deleana says:

    Ahhh. Enjoyed it very much. Great balance.

  2. Bonnie says:

    This is beautiful. Thank you for sharing it.

  3. Peter Krones says:

    lovely, gentle poem

  4. Lois Powell says:

    Love the poem and how it made me feel. Congratulations. Keep on writing. Lois

  5. Caryn Moya Block says:

    Great job, Nancy. Congratulations!

  6. JD says:

    lovely, lilting images, enjoyed

  7. Bobbie Troy says:

    Nancy: This poem says a lot. It’s lovely and peaceful. By coincidence, I was reading some Zen inspirations last night.

  8. Linda says:

    Just lovely–thoughtful and introspective yet very welcoming and generous to the reader. How perfect that our days begin with glorious light and end with brilliance. What a gift. I love the way you tie youth with daybreak and age with the setting sun.

    Buddhists have another wonderful and quiet ritual–watching the moon rise.Really enjoyed this poem. Thanks.

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