Thursday, May 19, 2011

the brook...


It was on a bright blue sky day with the suggestion of a breeze that I took my journal down to the brook.We had company and I missed my writing/meditation time by the flowing stream.It was the Summer of 2004 at our house in the Catskill Mountains.I made my way down the brook to a pool, that had been formed by the neighbors across the street, with logs,boulders and sticks.I sat on the logs and closed my eyes to hear what was around me.In a few minutes the brook seemed to have taken over my mind in such a wondrous way.

Streaming through my mind were memories of joy,times of satisfaction,happiness and grace.It was as if a faucet had been turned on and only golden light was allowed to flow.It was glorious and so calming.I can't find the words.I have never read about anything like this but it happened that day in July.

Soon my niece's husband and son came down the brook and the spell was broken.Was it water sprites,or a moment in heaven.? Is that what heaven will be like;golden,flowing thoughts ?I hold this memory close in wonder.It reminds me of a poem I was looking for the other day.I have loved it always.

Memory

My mind lets go a thousand things,Like dates of wars and deaths of kings,
And yet recalls the very hour-
One noon by yonder village tower,
And on the last blue noon in May-
The wind came briskly up this way,
Crisping the brook beside the road;
Then,pausing there,set down its load
Of pine-scents,and shook listlessly
Two petals from that wild-rose tree.

Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Have you had such a moment?

4 comments:

Ry said...

Sharon,
Thank you for the reminder that we are able to experience times such as this. It's almost like you walk through the place where you are into an earthly tranquil paradise. It's a reminder that when life gets too busy, we loose these special moments with our thoughts and our soul. Time to turn off my computer and make my way to my "place" where I can just be in those moments. Mine is very similar to yours, with water and movement...

Ry

sharon graham said...

Ry,
I hope you enjoy your place.And if I don't have the brook to go to,I still have the memory to go to.God is good.

Thank you for always deepening the meaning of my story for me.

Denise Bossert said...

Hi Sharon, I tagged you in a meme. If you would like to take a look at it, stop by the blog and think about your own favorite three verses. Blessings!
http://catholicbygrace.blogspot.com/2011/05/three-favorite-verses.html

Missy said...

I think so....on the beach of course. There is a moment there that always comes back to me. I like the poem, which is rare for me, as you know.