Sunday, March 31, 2013

An Easter Song

This by John Muir from "Life Prayers," on a lovely, slightly damp Easter Morning. 

This grand show is eternal.
It is always sunrise somewhere:
the dew is never all dried at once:
a shower is forever falling, vapor is ever rising.
Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming,
on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn,
as the round earth rolls.


Sewertoons AKA Lynette Tornatzky said...

Perfect poem! I am about to venture out into the vapors and pull some weeds; their growing, another eternal event.....

Alon Perlman said...

Yes, sparse and complete. Like a serious older sister to Billy Collins "Curvature of the earth" from January.