A Quiet Morning
Jan 3rd, 2008 by lvbirders
This poem, found on a favorite blog, spoke to me in so many different ways…
Just Delicate Needles
It’s so delicate, the light.
And there’s so little of it. The dark
is huge.
Just delicate needles, the light,
in an endless night.
And it has such a long way to go
through such desolate space.
So let’s be gentle with it.
Cherish it.
So it will come again in the morning.
We hope.–Rolf Jacobsen
Translated by Robert Hedin
