(Indian Church, 1929 by Emily Carr,
1871-1945, Canadian painter and writer
whose work celebrates the cultures of
the Indians of the Pacific Northwest)
We now conclude the poems for November, which contemplated the old drama that, in the words of Linda Pastan, takes place this month:
the disappearance of the leaves,
this seeming death
of the landscape
“If the only prayer you ever said in your whole life was ‘Thank you,’ that would suffice.” ~ Meister Eckhart (1260?-1327?), German philosopher, theologian, and mystic
PRAYER
Whatever happens.
Whatever what is is is what I want.
Only that. But that.
~ Galway Kinnell, born 1927, American poet and translator
Following Meister Eckhart I must say Thank YOU, again, for sharing so many poems that stun me by -- whatever it is they do, I think I have to learn how to write poetry in order to say it.
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