At dVerse Merril is hosting Prosery (144 words) with an invitation to use a line from the poem ‘May Day” by Sara Teasdale: the line is – “For how can I be sure I shall see again The world on the first of May.”
dVerse Poets – Prosery – Sara Teasdale and May
“The thing about roads is that you happen upon them again.” Jill Santopolo
Only Love Passes This Way Twice They say that a river doesn't pass twice, cannot be touched twice, only flows by once in its purest self, which is not its purest self, except for the sake of that moment in which it is truly one, never to be one in the same way again. Everything is emerging while yet everything is passing. This is, perhaps, well beyond our capacity to know, but yet it is in our capacity to feel. And yet, this is always so difficult. For how can I be sure I shall see again the world on the first of May, when surely, like water, it shall not pass this way again? It will not be. In its purity it cannot be, as I cannot be but once. Unlike love, which is eternally, perpetually, proposing new ways to us, courting our attention as it continually passes by. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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Another fine contemplation of our grasp of the Universe, which eternally escapes us, but love, yes that stays fixed 🙂
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Very kind, thank you so much Harold very much appreciated. 🙂
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I really enjoyed this contemplation of these eternal questions.
Things to ponder, like there is no present, and what we see as beach or shore is ever-changing.
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Thank you Merril, and really appreciate your thoughts, thank you for sharing.
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You’re very welcome, Paul.
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Lovely photo and something that I think is from the Bible (maybe not) comes to mind: “With love, all things are possible.”
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Yes, and you are right as to the source of that piece, which ties in so beautifully, thank you very much Lisa.
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You’re most welcome, Paul.
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Lovely 🥰
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Thank you very much Saania
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Wow very good! I will always look at a river differently now.
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Yes, it really changes our thinking – many thanks Diane 🙂
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While at first this prosery was disquieting, in the end it brought comfort–and I thank you for it!
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I like that you wrestled with it.
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Wow – so philosophical, Paul! I love the comparison to the river 🙂
❤
David
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David! Many thanks for that 🙂
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A truly deep and thoughtful post.
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Much appreciated Susan, enjoyed your comment very much.
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Something to ponder over, Paul. A fine reflection.
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Thank you so much Punam, I’m thrilled that it can help pondering.
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you are welcome, Paul.
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Such a beautiful poem – a sadness in things passing but an amazing thought of ever evolving growth and newness and the particular character of love
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Thank you for sharing that.
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Reblogged this on Wonders of Wandering.
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Many thanks for that 🙂
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🤚❣️
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Thank you 🙂
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Of course! Have a great day Paul
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