Lesley-Anne Evans


creator | facilitator | friend

Lament of Water


Snow 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 hear her speak.
She will transport continents
at spring break-up, downed trees,
bloated islands of animals;
the elders, the 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 would love to live…

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.

Lines from John O’Donohue’s Unfinished Poem 

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Portraits of the poet by Giovanni Vidotto, Gioklik Studios,
 Wendy McAlpine, and Claire C. Evans.