Poetry In Motion
The frozen Charles River, 1/1/10
Dust of Snow, by Robert Frost
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
One of the poems now appearing on a subway car near you is the above, by Mr. Robert Frost. I like it. It reminds me of my practicing-joy endeavor.
And of being watchful for those small moments when God's beauty becomes apparent, when it comes barreling at you, and though you were determined to be sullen and grouse over all the injustices handed you that day, you can't help but walk away in awe, and possibly even with a smile, certainly aware of your smallness, once again thinking about eternity.
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