“In Whom We Live and Move and Have Our Being” Birds afloat in air’s current, sacred breath? No, not breath of God, it seems, but God the air enveloping the whole globe of being. It’s we who breathe, in, out, in, the sacred, leaves astir, our wings rising, ruffled—but only saints take flight. We cower in cliff-crevice or edge out gingerly on branches close to the nest. The wind marks the passage of holy ones riding that ocean of air. Slowly their wake reaches us, rocks us. But storm or still, numb or poised in attention, we inhale, exhale, inhale, encompassed, encompassed. Denise Levertov
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Many thanks to Sister Renee at Lavish Mercy who introduced me to this poem in her post, Witness for ?
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Denise Levertov at The Poetry Foundation
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LÉO GAUSSON: Paysage aux environs de Lagny, l’église de Conches (1887)
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Awesome image and beautiful poem, Sunny. I love ❤️ .
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I am so pleased you enjoyed this, Anita. Thanks for visiting! 🙂
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A pleasure,Sunny. I did enjoy.
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Lovely.
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I am pleased you like this, Anna. Thanks for sharing your thoughts. 🙂
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Beautiful painting and poetry! Love them!
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I am so pleased you enjoy them, ruth! Thanks for sharing your thoughts. 🙂
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A wonderful painting and Levertov’s poem is beautiful. 🌹🙋♂️
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I am pleased you enjoyed these, too, Ashley. Thanks for sharing your thoughts. 🙂
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I really love the expression of this poem! So beautifully stated.
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I love this one, too, Dwight. Thanks for sharing your thoughts! 🙂🎄
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