These poems come from the beauty of the glimpsed moment … a precious jewel held for a short time amid the pain and sorrow of the world, then let go into the bigger picture … The beauty is what we remember, what gives the moment its significance.
It’s the way it’s always been:
to reach the sea, to stand
watching, waiting; to know
that nothing can be unravelled
to its core
but is like reflecting
where wild flowers
gathered in a vase, framed
by a shore cottage window
make of themselves
a sea-wide subject:
the beauty
of things together.
A blackbird sings
and the song echoes
in fragments of memory.
Joy Mead is a member of the Iona Community and the author of The One Loaf, Making Peace in Practice and Poetry, Where are the Altars?, Words and Wonderings and A Way of Knowing, all published by Wild Goose Publications. She has been involved in development education and justice and peace work and occasionally leads creative writing groups.
