On my shoulder, my newborn son
Has fallen asleep. In the dark,
I hold him there, resting
My cheek on his forehead - a violinist
Who has put down his bow
And stands quietly overwhelmed
By his own music.
...In the Dark by Joe Salerno
Poetry is the art of not succeeding;
the art of making a little ritual
out of your own bad luck, lighting a little fire
made of leaves, reciting a prayer
in the ordinary dark.
... Joe Salerno
Some short poems with some deep thoughts. Just what we need before we resurrect ourselves tomorrow. Have your food blessed today. Buy your last package of Peeps for the year. Hold a baby if you can, just so that you can feel how beautiful birth and rebirth are. Happy Holy Saturday.
Keep reading and writing,
Maureen
A lovely sentiment for the day. Thanks for tapping the legacy of Joe Salerno to make the point so much better than most of us couid hope to.
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