Tuesday, 24 January 2012
In My Small Corner
I am tempted to see my life as of very little significance.
The many beautiful, well-crafted blogs I discover
as I sit taking my enforced rests with my laptop,
testify that I do not live in an area of outstanding beauty,
have no great scholarship to draw from,
or varied travels and social whirl to report.
As it is there are many days
when the boundaries of my life
lie no further than front and back doors of our home.
Within these confines
I find such wealth I
I sometimes feel guilty
that restlessness comes so rarely
given the multitude of things I have never done;
My ego whispers that my life,
with it's hours, days, weeks, months,
in quiet rooms.
I cannot even justify these hours as being
as prayer-filled and faithful as I would like,
but only as open as I can keep them
to the other,
rather than to the self.
It is the only path I know,
so Rilke's words come like balm.