Author: itoccurstocp

Photo taken on a run this past summer near the Blanton Museum. Text from David Whyte.

Photo a cloud group that caught my eye. Poem is a favorite from Raymond Carver.

Photo taken on yesterday’s run. Text from Susan Coolidge, New Every Morning. Whole poem set out below.

New Every Morning – Susan Coolidge

Every morn is the world made new.
You who are weary of sorrow and sinning,
Here is a beautiful hope for you,—
A hope for me and a hope for you.

All the past things are past and over;
The tasks are done and the tears are shed.
Yesterday’s errors let yesterday cover;
Yesterday’s wounds, which smarted and bled,
Are healed with the healing which night has shed.

Yesterday now is a part of forever,
Bound up in a sheaf, which God holds tight,
With glad days, and sad days, and bad days, which never
Shall visit us more with their bloom and their blight,
Their fulness of sunshine or sorrowful night.

Let them go, since we cannot re-live them,
Cannot undo and cannot atone;
God in his mercy receive, forgive them!
Only the new days are our own;
To-day is ours, and to-day alone.

Here are the skies all burnished brightly,
Here is the spent earth all re-born,
Here are the tired limbs springing lightly
To face the sun and to share with the morn
In the chrism of dew and the cool of dawn.

Every day is a fresh beginning;
Listen, my soul, to the glad refrain,
And, spite of old sorrow and older sinning,
And puzzles forecasted and possible pain,
Take heart with the day, and begin again.

I found this detached butterfly wing recently, just laying on the road. The white dots are particularly intriguing. Google research suggests that the white spots are functional, not just put there for my delight. It is believed that they may act like tiny aerodynamic aids.

Galveston sunrise caught a few months back. Text from O Holy Night. Merry Christmas

Photo taken on yesterday’s run past the Texas State Cemetery. The song immediately came to mind. Let Them In – John Gorka (the songwriter; or David Wilcox who has a good version of it).

The photo is one of those accidental ones, when a finger erroneously hit the button. In that sense it is “pleasant truth” that yields a “gift of wonder” that Steger writes of.

Recent Galveston photo. Seemed like a good day for this text from Joy, a Billy Collins poem.