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.
Ahhh. Enjoyed it very much. Great balance.
This is beautiful. Thank you for sharing it.
lovely, gentle poem
Love the poem and how it made me feel. Congratulations. Keep on writing. Lois
Great job, Nancy. Congratulations!
lovely, lilting images, enjoyed
Nancy: This poem says a lot. It’s lovely and peaceful. By coincidence, I was reading some Zen inspirations last night.
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.