Friday, December 15, 2006

This poem...it came across my desk today.

Some time when the river is ice ask me mistakes I have made. Ask me whether what I have done is my life. Others have come in their slow way into my thought, and some have tried to help or to hurt: ask me what difference their strongest love or hate has made.

I will listen to what you say. You and I can turn and look at the silent river and wait. We know the current is there, hidden; and there are comings and goings from miles away that hold the stillness exactly before us. What the river says, that is what I say.

-William Stafford, “Ask Me”

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

OK, I am stumped...how did they get the multi-color in the ice? Meaning the surfboard? It looks very cool, and if it makes you in the Christmas spirit, all the better! Only a few days now....and you will get lots of use of your gloves and down vest! See you soon.
Sharon