The heart is not like a songbird
singing only one note at a timeRosemerry Wahtola Trommer
excerpt from
For When People Ask
(link to poem)
The signs of Spring are all around us and we can’t stop our spirits rising to sunlight, crocuses, cherry blossoms, blue skies and daffodils – even while torn, conflicted, shattered, and full of admiration, too, for Yaroslava, the young Ukranian woman who wrote:
the birds were singing. I felt relieved. Dreamt about how I would be traveling around the world with my peace mission …
Rosemerry’s poetic touching upon the meaning of paradox is a gift that I shall return to often – a psalm of life, a profound reflection, something I know I will share with fellow wondering, wandering pilgrims for years to come, a great grace that has steadied my faltering.
I am astonished by, and profoundly grateful for the two wonderful women cited here – each bearing the weight of unimaginable pain. Each insistently singing more than one note at a time – and effectively inviting me (and all of us) to cry and laugh and love and dream and pray and sing along …
🙏🇺🇦🙏
wind in my wheels 🌱 