With thanks to William Stafford

“Your job is to find what the world is trying to be.”

Of time and place there is nothing better
Than to absorb tenderly her offering, which
Transforms with the light in a soundscape
Of our making. Finding our elusive threads
Along the way connects us all as we live in
Our glorious daily goings on which makes us.

Time marches us to the tune of the machines,
Which we created to give us the time to be
In the places where love and laughter live,
The place which makes us whole but holds
Not the thread which defines and drives us
Towards our fulfillment in making and doing.

Living at peace within a time focused within
Requires that we see the thread briefly to
Know what is and what is not real. The golden
Words now thread together from beyond time
In the trust of her love which holds us together:
Threads slowly come together to make things!

Machines of time loom together our threads
As the tapestry of life grows a human elegance
Which emerges from the mysteries of love.
In speaking freely of our attachment to looms –
Words from being absorbed, listening and seeing –
Lies an acceptance of all that we have become.

Let the machines of time try to dance and play,
Let them now seek for their coded threads of love,
Within our goings on together, and let us wonder
If their words will ever emerge from her voice:
For to be humane is too feel beyond time and create
From the shared threads which define our longing.


David Scanlon – England – (1963 - )

Scanlon. D (2018) The Poetry of Life: Seeing Again. The Foolish Poet Press, Wilmslow, England. THE WAY IT IS: OUR VOCATION. Page Number 10.


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