Monday’s Poem


Yes, We Can Talk

Having loved enough and lost enough,
I’m no longer searching
just opening,

no longer trying to make sense of pain
but trying to be a soft and sturdy home
in which real things can land.

These are the irritations
that rub into a pearl.

So we can talk for a while
but then we must listen
the way the rocks listen to the sea.

And we can churn at all that goes wrong
but then we must lay all distractions
down and water every living seed.

And yes, on nights like tonight
I too feel alone.  But seldom do I
face it squarely enough
to see that it’s a door
into the breath
that has no breather,
into the surf that human
shells call God.

~Mark Nepo~


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2 Responses to Monday’s Poem

  1. eof737 says:

    Love the poem and picture…. romantic.

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