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The Waking
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I cannot go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree, but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
--Theodore Roethke
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Joy's Updates - Straight from the Horse's Mouth.
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Monday, May 31, 2004
Whew!
I've been sleeping, resting, or in a coma most of the weekend. We had our last day of school Saturday - yes, Saturday. That made two in a row since graduation was the Saturday before. I got behind (surprise) grading papers and haven't had much sleep or good sleep and haven't eaten right for a couple of weeks, so I'm still tired. Now I wish I hadn't said I'd work this summer at school with that Credit Recovery Program. Maybe it will be OK.
1:47:00 PM
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