when we are worn out searching for something quite different

Posted by on March 10, 2010

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Some of what we love
we stumble upon –
a purse of gold thrown on the road,
a poem, a friend, a great song.

And more
discloses itself to us –
a well among green hazels,
a nut thicket –
when we are worn out searching
for something quite different.

And more
comes to us, carried
as carefully
as a bright cup of water,
as new bread.

This poem, for Poetry Wednesday, is by Moya Cannon, an Irish poet. It does not seem necessary to say very much about this poem, except that it describes my experience of life accurately. The best things have come to me almost too easily, with no correspondence to my own striving. It is also accurate to say that often I am not always sure what it is I love, until I encounter it. And, finally, that life continues to open outward, bringing me nourishment in all kinds of ways that I never expect.

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  1. amber
    March 10, 2010

    The things that come to us when we were looking for something else entirely. Yes, those things teach me the most. Maybe because it takes me awhile to realize what the thing given is–my eyes being so trained to find something else.

    But like I said today, I'm just waiting. I know I can go look, but why bother, she (or they) will show up of their own accord.

    And then, maybe you and Jeff and the two Es will move back to Manhattan…

  2. Julia
    March 10, 2010

    Oh my goodness– it would take something VERY unexpected to bring us to New York. But I would love to be your neighbor anywhere. That would be a purse of gold for sure.

  3. Beth
    March 10, 2010

    This poem is so true to life. Change grates against the very grain of my existence but in the pain and loss, grace is given and so many times I have stumbled upon new things to love. "That life continues to open outward, bringing me nourishment in all kinds of ways that I never expect." Lovely.

  4. Molly Sabourin
    March 10, 2010

    I love that photo, Julia! And this poem, oh how true it is! I've stumbled in to love at least hundred different unexpected times and I believe with all my heart that I've been stretched and healed because of it

  5. Kris Livovich
    March 11, 2010

    Oh I love the unexpected! The beautiful moments that come unexpectedly.

  6. Jenny
    March 11, 2010

    Julia,

    This poem makes me ache. It is so beautiful and expresses so much of what I have been experiencing lately, as well. The photo is also lovely!

  7. Beth
    March 12, 2010

    This poem is so true to life. Change grates against the very grain of my existence but in the pain and loss, grace is given and so many times I have stumbled upon new things to love. "That life continues to open outward, bringing me nourishment in all kinds of ways that I never expect." Lovely.

  8. anna j
    March 12, 2010

    Oh this is so very true. I LOVE this poem, in its simple reality. And again, I find myself distracted by your lovely photography . . . is there a lottery that can be entered for those of us competing to be be neighbors with you again? šŸ™‚