A very dear friend recently sent me a beautiful piece of poetry, knowing I would appreciate the author’s elegant prose.
I was so touched by the words, and immediate felt as if this poet was describing a bright light that comes from within. I was completely amazed by the fact that this person, whom I do not know and will never meet, could articulate feelings I had about the essence of life.
Inspired once again by both nature and poetry, I had to share the verse along with another little blue jay fiber journal artwork.
Swifts turn in the heights of the air;
higher still turn the invisible stars.
When day withdraws to the ends of the earth
their fires shine on a dark expanse of sand.
We live in a world of motion and distance.
The heart flies from tree to bird,
from bird to distant star,
from star to love; and love grows
in the quiet house, turning and working,
servant of thought, a lamp held in one hand.
~ Philippe Jaccottet ~
(Selected Poems, translated by Derek Mahon)