THE MORNING POEM
from TEA AND ZEN Hosted by Nigel Lott
To have loved is everything. I loved, once A hummingbird who came every afternoon-the freedom loving male- Who flew by himself to sample the sweets of the garden To sit on a high, leafless branch with his red throat gleaming. And then, he came no more. And I’m still waiting for him, ten years later, To come back, and he will, or he will not. There is a certain commitment That each of us is given, that has to do with another world If there is one. I remember you, hummingbird. I think of you every day Even as I am still here, soaked in color, waiting, year after honey-rich year. Get full access to Tea and Zen - Threads at teaandzen.substack.com/subscribe In the quiet between heartbeats a whisper calls you home, you are not broken you are becoming. These threads of silence and sound are letters from the threshold, offerings from the edge of stillness. Nigel TEA AND ZEN - MAIN LIBRARY DONATE
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