so much is in bud

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Beginnings

“From too much love of living,
Hope and desire set free,
Even the weariest river
Winds somewhere to the sea -“

But we have only begun
To love the earth.

We have only begun
To imagine the fullness of life.

How could we tire of hope?
– so much is in bud.

How can desire fail?
– we have only begun

to imagine justice and mercy,
only begun to envision

how it might be
to live as siblings with beast and flower,
not as oppressors.

Surely our river cannot
already be hastening
into the sea of nonbeing?

Surely it cannot
drag, in the silt,
all that is innocent?

Not yet, not yet-
there is too much broken
that must be mended,

too much hurt that we have done to each other
that cannot yet be forgiven.

We have only begun to know
the power that is in us if we would join
our solitudes in the communion of struggle.

So much is unfolding that must
complete its gesture,

so much is in bud.

~Denise Levertov, (1923 – 1997)

4 thoughts on “so much is in bud

  1. breathtaking……where oh where do you find such beauties? i imagine a treasure trove of radiant wonders tucked in your woodland, from which you pull beauty upon beauty upon wisdom……
    xoxo

  2. Oh, I love the idea of things budding in our lives. Perhaps unfurling just under the surface, just over the horizon–felt but not yet seen. Lovely post–and you always manage to find something that hits my heart:). XXOO

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