Lest it go unspoken

Welcome Morning

There is joy
in all:
in the hair I brush each morning,
in the Cannon towel, newly washed,
that I rub my body with each morning,
in the chapel of eggs I cook
each morning,
in the outcry from the kettle
that heats my coffee
each morning,
in the spoon and the chair
that cry “hello there, Anne”
each morning,
in the godhead of the table
that I set my silver, plate, cup upon
each morning.

All this is God,
right here in my pea-green house
each morning
and I mean
though often forget,
to give thanks,
to faint down by the kitchen table
in a prayer of rejoicing
as the holy birds at the kitchen window
peck into their marriage of seeds.

So while I think of it,
let me paint a thank-you on my palm
for this God, this laughter of the morning,
lest it go unspoken.

The Joy that isn’t shared, I’ve heard,
dies young.

— Anne Sexton


I really love poetry. I can’t even remember exactly when I started to love it. I remember being in middle school and scouring the library for poems. I would copy down the ones I loved into small notebooks that I carried with me everywhere. I would read them until I started to know them by heart. I collected poetry the same way that some people collect baseball cards or rare coins.

I felt something reading a good poem that I had not really felt before. I can’t quite explain what that feeling was, but to find a poem and savor it made me come alive in a special way. To feel the words on my tongue, and to enter into an experience, a moment from the thoughts of another, was exhilarating. I feel this way whenever I read a good poem. I want to immediately share it with someone else, hoping to see the same sparkle of something-ness in them that it evoked in me. Good poetry makes you feel, or rather, it lets you feel.

I’ve even written some poetry in my day. I don’t often share it, and I haven’t written anything in a few years. I keep thinking I might like to be a writer, that maybe even God might like me to be a writer.  I think the reason I’ve not continued with poetry is that I haven’t found my voice. I know there are things God wants me to say, and stories only I can tell, but I do not know at all how to say them. Maybe 2011 will be the year I try my hand at poetry again.

In the last year or so I have gotten away from poetry. Then I read something that takes my breath away, and I remember this love of mine. It’s a love I hope to share with my daughter, and one I hope to share more with you all!


One thought on “Lest it go unspoken

  1. I can’t say I share your love of poetry (I was told by my Senior English Teacher in high school that I ‘clearly just didn’t get it’.), but I will say that I do love this poem. And I am sure that I get it!

    Thank-you for sharing this and for letting me feel this evening.

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