A TIME TO ENDURE

We have had fifteen days plus of temperatures over 100 degrees, many over 110, so what to do besides witnessing one's pet plants struggle against such odds, many have burned out.

It is a good time for poetry to come to the rescue. I have a number of favorite poets. One is James DePreist, more famed perhaps for his career as a conductor of various international and national symphony orchestras. Mr. DePreist's talents extend even further, indeed a man for all seasons. I was fortunate to hold season tickets for the Oregon Symphony when he was conducting there.

He has two slender books of poetry published, circa 1986 and you may be able to find copies at the famous Powell's book store.

To me his poetry is so evocative of the feelings, sensing, and intuitiveness that makes us human so it is impossible to pick a favorite. I will just quote an example from time to time.

This one is from his first book " The Precipice Garden" --

WE ARE HEIRS TO UNSEEN

legacies of power that hover

above the hurdles of reason;

patient power,

unknown

and

unretrieved until

awake

we close our eyes and see

the gift; embrace with faith

this more real realm.


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Thank you Mr. DePreist for nourishing my soul today.



O.O.