
It is a kind of love, is it not?
How the cup holds the tea,
How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes
Or toes. How soles of feet know
Where they’re supposed to be.
I’ve been thinking about the patience
Of ordinary things, how clothes
Wait respectfully in closets
And soap dries quietly in the dish,
And towels drink the wet
From the skin of the back.
And the lovely repetition of stairs.
And what is more generous than a window?
“The Patience of Ordinary Things” by Pat Schneider
Art: Tori Avey
Text and image source: _/_Peggy @ ECUMENICUS https://www.facebook.com/326734894393/posts/10158650195879394/
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
INDEED—NOTHING IS!
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…TALK ABOUT TRANSPARENCY! <3
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Beautifully spoken ❤️
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Thanks
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No problem
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Thought you would enjoy this poem by Pat Schneider posted at purplerays.wordpress.com
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