The lines from "shoveling" to "untouched snow" are such a beautiful portrait of devotion. Love the way they teeter between the mundanities of human and divine relationship. Short, dark days up in Seattle right now. Perfect poem for this season.
I was unfamiliar with Mennies before this - thanks so much for sharing!
This poem has been casually leaning against the walls of my brain ever since I tread it yesterday. Thank you for also introducing me to this poet, and for naming “gentle mundanity,” which is a big part of why I’m so drawn to her words here.
Like the poem as much as your last paragraph. Struck by how you perfectly described how I was feeling--about clouds and my ordinariness and sorrow, stress, joy, and whatever I carry. Like the light on your winter sky, your words inspire hope.
The lines from "shoveling" to "untouched snow" are such a beautiful portrait of devotion. Love the way they teeter between the mundanities of human and divine relationship. Short, dark days up in Seattle right now. Perfect poem for this season.
I was unfamiliar with Mennies before this - thanks so much for sharing!
This poem has been casually leaning against the walls of my brain ever since I tread it yesterday. Thank you for also introducing me to this poet, and for naming “gentle mundanity,” which is a big part of why I’m so drawn to her words here.
Like the poem as much as your last paragraph. Struck by how you perfectly described how I was feeling--about clouds and my ordinariness and sorrow, stress, joy, and whatever I carry. Like the light on your winter sky, your words inspire hope.