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 www.sanctuaryofwomen.com
May we be drenched by the beauty of small things today.
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 www.sanctuaryofwomen.com
May we be drenched by the beauty of small things today.