Sunday, December 5, 2010

Now Comes the Long Blue Cold

Now comes the long blue cold
And what shall I say but that some
Bird in the tree of my heart
Is singing.

The same heart that only yesterday
Was a room shut tight, without dreams.

Isn't it wonderful the cold wind and
Spring in the heart inexplicable.
Darling girl. Picklock.

There is a saying that is often in my head, “surprised by love.”  I don’t know why love should be a surprise, because the world is so beautiful.   I forget though. One moment thoughts are all dark and gloom, and then, and let me say it, through grace love arises.  Like the sun ever faithful, love will come again.

Sometimes though relief comes not soon enough.  As the pain tortures us cold disconnection seems everlasting. But just when you think you can’t take it anymore, love’s sorrow does its work to open the heart.  In this case it’s not like a picklock, but more like a thief dynamiting a safe. 

Let me today blow up the allusion of safety, exploding my heart so that love and beauty may be enter freely.

When have you been surprised by love?


  1. All sorts or surprises, I had always thought the whole "spring in the winter" deal was a metaphor for any unusual or impossible event. I never would have thought it is spring in the winter and has to be that way or else the entire planet might inadvertantly get torched.

    that from the heat and sparks fly if it were summer there would be a lot of dry vegetation and a really good chance that the whole placed would burn.

    And then the lyrics from another of "I saw the spring in the winter time... I fell in love today"

    kind of tying a lot of things together that didn't make sense before. And now there are a few things that make perfect sense.

  2. I see that you are enjoying Mary Oliver and are also an early riser.



  3. Yes Laura K. I am enjoying it. You have know idea how sometimes the timing fits, or maybe it's the places in reading the poems that my mind twists to accomadate to that is making me feel like it is perfectly timing to coincide with new concepts or points of reference that were new to me right then.

    I do not really know how to explain it Lora. But yes I like it, thank you for posting it and sorry if me comments sound a little off topic or way out there

  4. I feel so fortunate to have found your blog today, LoraKim. I have loved Mary Oliver's poems ever since I first encountered them during a UU service in Clearwater. The poem, especially, spoke to me today as I have felt very sad. It is indeed a message of hope.

  5. I'm glad that you are enjoying this and had some moments of hope. I'm glad to have you on the journey with me.