Plenitude
At lunch today
it was the purple
of the olive pits
against my cobalt plate
that stunned me.
At tea,
the gold of peach
bloodstained by its stone.
I do not know
where the greater part of the miracle lies:
that I should pause
to notice this,
or that I
a woman of
such great hungers,
should be so well-satisfied
by such small things.
by Jan Richardson http://www.sanctuaryofwomen.com
May we take a moment today to be drenched by the small things.
At lunch today
it was the purple
of the olive pits
against my cobalt plate
that stunned me.
At tea,
the gold of peach
bloodstained by its stone.
I do not know
where the greater part of the miracle lies:
that I should pause
to notice this,
or that I
a woman of
such great hungers,
should be so well-satisfied
by such small things.
by Jan Richardson http://www.sanctuaryofwomen.com
May we take a moment today to be drenched by the small things.
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