The Patience of Ordinary Things

It is a kind of love, is it not?

How the cup holds the tea,

How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,

How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes

Or toes. How soles of feet know

Where they’re supposed to be.

I’ve been thinking about the patience

Of ordinary things, how clothes

Wait respectfully in closets

And soap dries quietly in the dish,

And towels drink the wet

From the skin of the back.

And the lovely repetition of stairs.

And what is more generous than a window?

Pat Schneider

from Another River: New and Selected Poems. © Amherst Writers and Artists Press, 2005.

Gifted

We are only here to learn

“It all turns out, you know,” I said to my little self. “We are only here to learn. All that exists is wisdom.” — Jeff Olsen

The things we experience here and the truths we take to heart from those experiences are all that really matter. They are the wisdom we get to keep. — Jeff Olsen

We are only here to learn. All that exists is wisdom

“It all turns out, you know,” I said to my little self. “We are only here to learn. All that exists is wisdom.” — Jeff Olsen

The things we experience here and the truths we take to heart from those experiences are all that really matter. They are the wisdom we get to keep. — Jeff Olsen