Hello, sun in my face,
Hello, you who make
the morning
and spread it over the fields
and
into the faces of the tulips
and
the nodding morning glories,
and
into the windows of, even, the
miserable
and the crotchety –
best
preacher that ever was,
dear
star, that just happens
to
be where you are in the universe
to
keep us from ever-darkness,
to
ease us with warm touching,
to
hold us in the great hands of light –
good
morning, good morning, good morning.
Watch,
now, how I start the day
in
happiness, in kindness.
This was one of the poems which was read at our July meeting. It is by American poet Mary Oliver and seems particularly appropriate in the UK just at the moment.
We resume our calendar of events at Wychwood Circle on September 9th with a second visit from Mark Vernon, writer, philosopher and psychotherapist.
