Some time when the river is ice ask me mistakes I have made. Ask me whether what I have done is my life. Others have come in their slow way into my thought, and some have tried to help or to hurt: ask me what difference their strongest love or hate has made.
I will listen to what you say. You and I can turn and look at the silent river and wait. We know the current is there, hidden; and there are comings and goings from miles away that hold the stillness exactly before us. What the river says, that is what I say.
—William Stafford
I chose that, because I feel our fears do not touch the stillness that rests at the base of all life. I want to remind everyone who needs it to look right in front of themselves and find reasons to smile with their depth of being, and, if it's what you need, to accept the love being offered you.
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Some time when the river is ice ask me
mistakes I have made. Ask me whether
what I have done is my life. Others
have come in their slow way into
my thought, and some have tried to help
or to hurt: ask me what difference
their strongest love or hate has made.
I will listen to what you say.
You and I can turn and look
at the silent river and wait. We know
the current is there, hidden; and there
are comings and goings from miles away
that hold the stillness exactly before us.
What the river says, that is what I say.
—William Stafford
I chose that, because I feel our fears do not touch the stillness that rests at the base of all life. I want to remind everyone who needs it to look right in front of themselves and find reasons to smile with their depth of being, and, if it's what you need, to accept the love being offered you.