by William Wordsworth
Glad sight wherever new with old
Is joined through some dear homeborn tie;
The life of all that we behold
Depends upon that mystery.
Vain is the glory of the sky,
The beauty vain of field and grove
Unless, while with admiring eye
We gaze, we also learn to love.
Every year at the Ohio Casting for Recovery retreat we spend some time early on Sunday morning down by the pond singing together, reading a couple of poems together, and blessing each other with words and hugs.
I am never ready for the emotions that invariably rise up in my heart and streak down my face, almost from the first moment I stand in that circle of new and old friends.
The fleeting beauty of the pond, the autumn snap in the air, the brief time we have together that weekend, the knowledge that no matter how long we have on this beautiful earth we will not want to leave when it is our time, the remembrance of those who have already had to leave, the thoughts of those who have recently had their life shift in an instant with a diagnosis...all of this breaks my heart and then glues it back together again in a new and beautiful design.
I cry, I sob...and then I wipe my tears and laugh again. We go to breakfast, gear up, get a little crazy, and head back to the pond full of life and energy and hope.
The new and the old are joined together for me at that pond; the past and the future both live there simultaneously in those brief moments. The beauty of life is seen and felt and heard with a rare clarity...and then life goes on.
Happy Poetry Friday! Laura has the roundup at Writing the World for Kids.