by In All Our Years
“a poem by Eleonora”
Discover, if you can, the moon and stars
And listen in the space of tranquil height
To distant sounds of song in soft sweet bars
And find ecstasy beneath their light
Discover too, the latent power of the surf
Against the wall, the fury of the tides
Discrediting its peace through inland turf
And sense its mighty swiftness on all sides
Discover, if you will, the worth of deeds
And lay each one in treasured labor heap
But be not broken by its lack or needs
Nor spend its agony in which to weep
Recall, creation is profundity.
One lives and dies in its enormity.