Lesley-Anne Evans

POET + COMMUNITY ARTIST

creator | facilitator | soul friend

Lament of Water

Snow again this morning
after several days
of deep freeze. Slow flakes
freed from sky
lay themselves
at earth’s feet.
So much emptying.

I would love to live like a river flows…

This time of year the creek
is crusted, flow invisible
to passersby and their dogs,
but I have heard her speak.
She will transport continents
at spring break-up,
downed trees, carcasses
of animals; the elders,
weak, and dying.

…carried by the surprise of its own unfolding. 

I sit in my windowed room
while the sun peels back morning,
each snowflake whispers earth
as in heaven. Each day
and its relentless giving,
I do not ask yet I receive
what I do not know
I need.  Such gifts
of shadow and of blinding light;
how much longer, LORD, 

I would love to live…

Lines from John O’Donohue’s Unfinished Poem