Just be, now

Be as you are
beneath the layers of seeming,
where spring water runs in your veins,
and diamonds are just dreams,
intangible as music of the moon
and the storm’s scream.

Don’t do, not yet, there’s more.

All things wax and wane
life ephemeral as the purple hue at sunset
as wind trembling poplar leaves
rain-whisper and the moist brush of mist.

Time gathers all back
into the first cradle of beauty
blood bone sadness and joy
and the hope of creation.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

20 thoughts on “Just be, now”

  1. A poem of hope and faith in the midst of all the madness. So glad I read this today. My poetic words have bogged down under the weight of what we’re living through. Thanks for this uplifting poem.

  2. This is such a gentle poem.

    This idea has been on my mind quite a lot recently:

    All things wax and wane
    life ephemeral as the purple hue at sunset

    Thanks, Jane.


    1. Thank you 🙂 At the end of the first stanza I had a feeling the poem was finished. The next sets of tiles didn’t give me any more. So I started over and we were off again. Two poems linked more than a single poem, I think.

  3. The first cradle of beauty–what a wonderful image that is! I’m still pondering my own message, which is not at all like yours or Merril’s. (K)

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