An Untitled Poem

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I saw the face of God this morning

As I wielded the axe, chopping snow and ice

To free the bucket by the outdoor water tap

While the horses stood nearby, waiting

The sky in the east deepened red

And the sun eased itself from behind the treeline

Its face flushed at such a grand entrance

The crusted snow, hemmed by the rail fence

Held and reflected the garnet glow

And there I beheld

the face of God.

I saw the face of God this evening

As I laid my necklace in its case

On the sill of the east window upstairs

Through the draping boughs of the pines

The round moon hung, a warm translucent luminance

The crusted snow across the field shimmered with a diamond light

Caressing winter’s cheek

And there I glimpsed

the face of God

Every now and again, the seed of a poem cracks open in me. This poem, a contemplative piece, was inspired by a poem I saw elsewhere ( I think by Mary Oliver. I tried to find it but couldn’t – and spent way too much time trying) and by a meditation written by Richard Wagamese in his book entitled “Embers”.

Published by Judy

On the edge of Waterloo county, resting sedately on knoll, is an old stone house looking out towards the Grand River. This stone house and farm has been in my husband's family for years. We have been graced to call this place home for the last thirty years. Our best crop has been our four children. After years of immersing myself in raising and educating our family, the proverbial nest has slowing been emptying, opening up space for me to fill with other pursuits. Both writing and photography have been knit into my everyday living since I was very young. Sharing them is both a bit of a dream and a nightmare. But living small and in fear shrivels up a life. My thoughts are musings on God, aging, family, and simply living. My shelves are lined with books, my baskets are brimming with skeins of yarn, my closet shelves are stacked with apparel, my cellar shelves are chock full of home canning - all testaments to my inclinations. Our journeys are not solitary affairs. As I share bits of my journey with you, I hope you will be enticed to look more closely, listen more attentively, and live with abandon. May God's peace rest on your journey. Judy Mae Naomi

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4 thoughts on “An Untitled Poem”

  1. Danette Martin says:

    I love this contemplative poem, Judy. “The face of God”…sometimes seen in unexpected times and places.
    I enjoy all of your posts very much.

    Reply
    1. Judy says:

      Thanks Danette. Yeah, often times the unexpected times and places give a refreshing view it seems.
      I hope you’re doing well!

      Reply
  2. Phyllis Momtgomery says:

    Word craftsmanship at its finest. Lovely!

    Reply
    1. Judy says:

      Thanks Phyllis. The word crafting that you and Ron have been doing with Bananagrams has been the finest too – and funny!

      Reply

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