Thursday – Thanksgiving
My good friend Sue Schmidt alerted me to this fine poem by Hungary’s Reményik Sándor, which reminds us to be thankful for “tiny wonders.” “Joys are snowflakes, they drift and stray,” the poet tells us, describing them as “silent, sifting petals of wonder.”
Happy Thanksgiving.
Silent Wonders
By Reményik Sándor
Translated by Leslie A. Kerik
Do not wait for the earth to shatter,
Sodom’s consumption by fire.
Tiny wonders from day to day are
Greater, deeper to admire.
Come, place your hand upon your heart and
Hear well, observe what it conveys.
Is this fine beating not by far the
Greatest, most wonderous music phrase?
Come, look into that deep blue Endless,
Look at those tiny silver things:
Not wonderous that your orphaned soul is
Rising towards them, spreading wings?
Look how your shadow runs before you,
How it expands and shrinks with you.
Not a wonder? Or that the waters
Reflect the heavens for your view?
Do not expect big things in life, for
Joys are snowflakes, they drift and stray.
Silent, sifting petals of wonder.
In them’s God’s voice: I’m coming.
