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Thursday, June 7, 2012


This is the moment.

What moment?

The only one we have.

And it speeds by so quickly it is gone before we can reach out and grasp it.

See? It is already gone : that moment when your eyes first spied that sunset over Corsica.

And that is why my half-Lakota mother murmured to me as we looked out over Lake Michigan on that frosty sunset of so long ago :

"Breathe each breath, little one. No two are the same.

Remember the colors that paint this sky. Remember me, little one. Remember, and neither the sunset nor I will ever leave you. Ever."

On this day in 1864, Emily Dickinson's "Blazing in Gold" was first published. Here is a snippet :

"Blazing in gold and quenching in purple,
Leaping like leopards to the sky,
Then at the feet of the old horizon
Laying her spotted face to die…."

And from Christina Georgina Rossetti comes this bit from "From Sunset To Star Rise" :

"I live alone, I look to die alone:
Yet sometimes, when a wind sighs through the sedge,
Ghosts of my buried years and friends come back,
My heart goes sighing after swallows flown
On sometime summer's unreturning track."

My mother once told me that I could do no better than to live the prayer of St. Francis. And I've always loved this version :


  1. Dear Roland,
    Beautiful! Sarah is one of my favorite artists. Her voice is haunting and in combination with your post yesterday, this one is so very apro-pro (sp?). Thank you so very much. I have found writing to be so very fulfilling and I do try to write every day. Best regards to you. Ruby

  2. Grammy:
    Isn't Sarah's voice lovely? Like you, I find writing taps the inner me in ways nothing else can. It's like target practice with prose. When you "hit the mark," there is a small chime of victory within your spirit. Thanks for visiting and chatting for a spell. I'm going over to visit you now!

  3. I love St. Francis. I attended a Catholic elementary school and the nuns were Franciscan. I remember watching the movie Brother Sun and Sister Moon by Franco Zefferelli in the gym. It had a profound effect on me and my spirituality. This was a beautiful post.

  4. Lara:
    I, too, love St. Francis. A beautiful portrait of him went up in smoke when my home burned.

    Thank you so much for liking this post. You will notice how many more comments my SEX post got than this one. Sigh, Roland

  5. I'm sorry to hear about your portrait. :( It is amazing how drawn we (as a society) are to sex. I guess there's nothing wrong with it, but St. Francis (and your Mom!) know something special for us to learn, that's more fulfilling than sex. Am I making sense at all! :P