On a day so
dreary,
how is it that I feel
content? I am connected
to a loving energy coming
from a quiet room. In the room, a
woman knits my life. She is in no
hurry, so
why should I be?
She has one eye. She has given
the other to me, so that I can
see the road ahead. This
road goes through the stars and
the trees, and leads to a garden
table. On the table is a meal.
I will sit with you here,
and
we will talk.
- john p. shanley