A Telegram from the Heart

 THE WORD

 Down near the bottom

of the crossed-out list

of things you have to do today,

between “green thread”

and “broccoli,” you find

that you have penciled “sunlight.”

Resting on the page, the word

is beautiful. It touches you

as if you had a friend

and sunlight were a present

he had sent from someplace distant

as this morning—to cheer you up,

and to remind you that,

among your duties, pleasure

is a thing

that also needs accomplishing.

Do you remember?

that time and light are kinds

of love, and love

is no less practical

than a coffee grinder

or a safe spare tire?

Tomorrow you may be utterly

without a clue,

but today you get a telegram

from the heart in exile,

proclaiming that the kingdom

still exists,

the king and queen alive,

still speaking to their children,

—to any one among them

who can find the time

to sit out in the sun and listen.

      ~By Tony Hoagland, from  Sweet Ruin, University of Wisconsin Press, 1992

NOTHING TO WEAR

It was just turning dawn when my journey began

And the road looked beautiful under the sky.

Don’t ask me what I’m taking, I have nothing

to wear

My bags are empty, and my hands are bare.

A light will be shining when I arrive

The evening star where music is heard.

On second thought, I’ll be wearing my ring

What more need I take to marry the king?

On The Shores of Eternity, Poems from Tagore on Immortality and Beyond, Deepak Chopra
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Glory to Ukraine

Author: Kairos Spiritual Direction and Life Coaching

Rachel Magnell, Ph.D. is studied in Counseling Psychology, Neuroscience, Jungian Depth Psychology, Hypnosis, Yoga Philosophy and Meditation.

2 thoughts on “A Telegram from the Heart”

  1. I love these two poems. They connect to something that has been in my mind: nearly 50 years ago I took over the lease of an apartment in NYC. The previous tenant left a 2 foot tall Norfolk pine in a pot in the front window. I am not a dedicated gardener but commited to the minimal care required to keep the tree alive. It moved with me to various apartments and homes and is now 8 feet tall. I had the realization recently that this tree has been a silent sentinal on my life, keeping watch every day, being present at the rhythms of my life large and small, glorious and grievous. It simply is, it simply continues to live. I asked my son-in-law to take over stewardship of the tree in the future when I no longer can and he agreed. How wondrous!

    1. Wondrous Indeed! Thank you for amplifying the poems!

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