Thou art the freshness of a new beginning,
the first breath of a flawless day.
This morning on the porch
I breath in clear, sub-zero air,
soak in the early sun reflecting bronze
upon mountain snow.
A sip of hot coffee reminds me
that warmth is possible.
Witnessing the birth of today,
replete with promise,
I sigh in wonder at the gifts of grace
that will unfold between the blanketing
of dawn and dusk. Will plans be shattered
only to birth new and better gifts,
moments of pain, of joy?
Will the world heave a sigh,
continue to destroy her beauty,
succumb to the allure of greed
and hatred? Or will, perhaps,
a child be born within us—
a child to touch and heal?
That power lies within.
Today, another day to breathe,
to re-create, and to await
the fullness of the Gift. I turn
and enter, once again, incarnate.
In Judaism, each letter of the Aleph Beit (Alphabet) holds the power to create. Aleph, the first letter, is not sounded. It is, rather, a sigh, the first breath uttered before a word.
The brief quote at the beginning of this poem is a mantra I use from time to time. I paraphrased it from reading I did about the Aleph.
I’m linking this to Gay’s prompt for dVerse Meeting the Bar, where the prompt is to write a Birthday Poem. Stop on over and enjoy more on the subject.
Beautiful – freshness of promises and hope…sorry, it took longer before I could read your piece – Merry Christmas Victoria…
Intriguing, thoughtful piece, Victoria; I always love it when some of our research & scholarship emerges within it, kind of elevating the poem to place beyond mere opinion, bias, predisposition, or emotion. Very nice take on the prompt.
I think of everyday as birth and the hospice nurses are with my wife’s sister Michelle now who has been suffering from cancer and again I thought about the gravity of the service to your fellow human that you do as truly death can be a birth of release…So Happy Holidays to you and may you continue to enjoy the birth of Love..:)
Perfectly beautiful….each line….amen..
New day, new life.
Pray for those who lost their children in recent tragedies, pray for enlightenment for the guilty.
Excellent. WHile reading I thought of the year end task to let Jesus be borne within–and your commentary, though based in Judaism, added to that sense. So much is up to us. Such a beautiful poem.
Wonderful. This is exactly what we should feel… To feel and taste the air, and let each day be a birth.. Reading this as I wake it makes this day feel like special.
each day born anew with new promises and hopes and possibilites despite the shattering it might bring as well… a good way to look at it victoria…
beautiful… great gentleness… between the blanket of dusk and dawn… great lines… life holds so much
You are yourself a gift as is this poem. The day is our measure, our cup full at a time as it were of grace, of majesty, of beauty, of taking those breaths that mark us as living aspects of the universe God has created, and as sentient beings allowed to live in awe and wonder of that creation. How beautifully you express that here. Bless you, dear Victoria, in this special season and throughout the coming year – a blissful day at a time.
(Thank you for coming. It’s getting difficult for me to work in the time for poetry and reading now, but I’m too stubborn to give it up. )
each day we are given is a gift….funny, it was cold here today…and i wore short sleaves…one of the kids asked if i was cold…but i told them it was so invigorating…making me feel alive…like those subzero breathes….i wish we could find that healing touch a bit more often…