09 January 2019

Drink at My Well

Drawing, Landscape With Deer in Morning Haze, Winslow Homer (ca. 1892) Public Domain

“Each morning we are born again”
 ~ Buddha

O Brave New World! I
greet you in daylight again
as if the first time.

Grateful to wake up,
nod with your tree limbs, and
feed two waiting cats.

Wake healthy or not,
I rediscover your love,
your solidity.

Clean air and water
greet me, and I drink my fill
knowing I’m lucky.

Daily, grief returns
that children hurt at borders,
and in their own lands.

Daily, I re-pledge
to share your wealth.  All who can,
Come.  Drink at my well.

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© 2019 Susan L. Chast


Sumana Roy said...

This is so prayerful. "Come. Drink at my well." Surely.

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

The generosity of your invitation will surely afford many the opportunity to start afresh, refreshed.

rallentanda said...

Clean air and water are luxuries in this polluted world. Over one million fish have died this summer in the polluted Murray River. Cause...greedy cotton farms taking/stealing all the water for themselves leaving a polluted algae trickle.You wouldn't want to drink at a well near a cotton farm..

Magaly Guerrero said...

I love Sumana’s use of “prayerful” to describe the feeling this poem evokes. I can see the words blooming out a believing soul, flying into the universe, ready to become...

Sanaa Rizvi said...

This is beyond beautiful, Susan!❤️ I love the prayerful tone and hope in the words especially; 'Daily, I re-pledge to share your wealth. All who can, Come. Drink at my well.'❤️

Vicki Rogers said...

I love this heartfelt write.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I so resonate with these lines, Susan. Gratitude, compassion, and sharing - the very best values.

annell4 said...

Thank you for the offer, I will.

Khaya Ronkainen said...

A simple yet profound prayer. I resonate so much with the third stanza, there's something anchoring about it. Perhaps, it's the steadfast love found everyday, if we are willing to look.

WildChild47 said...

a chant, a prayer, a petition as reminder for one's own blessings - and that sharing one's own wealth and abundance, in gratitude, is a gift to the spirit and helps lighten the load, in the world --

this small poem has a spell like quality to it - strong and captivating.

Old Egg said...

It is not hard to be kind and share if we are able but sadly humanity has developed as a race hell bent on competition rather than survival. Now when climate change threatens our existence profit rather than cooperation and management is still the main driving force. I weep for my grandchildren as they face a far more difficult life than mine.

gillena cox said...

Luv this prayfull mood. The charity, the gratitide the cognizance of providence and blessings, all of which we should strive for on awakening. The last stanza is my favourite

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Kim Russell said...

I love that you started this poem with a quotation from one of my favourite Shakespeare plays. Miranda is the only character who can imagine a better future. I recognise myself in the lines:
‘nod with your tree limbs, and
feed two waiting cats.’

Thotpurge said...

All the positive meditations that are so necessary to keep on going in this world. Thank you Susan.

Anjum Wasim Dar said...

Respected Dr Susan your poem is striking, touching key issues as 'children' borders' we all understand the efforts of peace that are being made yet the balance is more on the dangerous side of poverty violation inequality and injustice. It is time we started all over with peace

Sara McNulty said...

A generous feeling from your heartfelt words.