Sunday, August 28, 2005

Tasting Heaven


Some people say that every poem should have
God in it somewhere. But of course Wallace Stevens
Wasn't one of those. We live, he said, "in a world
Without heaven to follow." Shall we agree
That we taste heaven only once, when we see
Her at fifteen walking among falling leaves?
It's possible. And yet as Stevens lay dying
He invited the priest in. There, I've said it.
The priest is not an argument, only an instance.
But our gusty emotions say to me that we have
Tasted heaven many times: these delicacies
Are left over from some larger party.
Tasting Heaven by Robert Bly
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Today I tasted heaven...
Trey and I eating breakfast together on the patio at Daybreak Coffee House
holding hands with Trey in Wal-Mart
picking up Britton from his night at Gammy's (and he was happy to see me)
Britton and I driving with the windows down and the radio blasting, dancing as the wind blew our hair
going with Britt, Nana, Kyler, Kalysta and Keeli to the movies, laughing at Willy Wonka
enjoying the cool afternoon, sitting in the grass watching the clouds build, getting ready for rain
So many ways to taste heaven...How do you taste heaven?

3 Comments:

Blogger STEVE said...

This, I think, is you! The sweet life comes in tiny pieces, like M&Ms. But if you hold them too tightly they WILL melt in your hand. Do you hate the sticky sweaty feeling or marvel at the colorful handheld mural?

8:59 PM  
Blogger dpsinger said...

ok michelle. yours is 2. mine is 18 mos. you are tasting heaven! i am going insane. does it get better when they learn to communicate with words instead of pointing, grunting, screaming and kicking? ~dps

6:30 PM  
Blogger dpsinger said...

Count me in as co-author on that book of yours. I am so struggling with being over-the-top in love with this little thing and equally overwhelmed and annoyed. Send me your email address, love, we must connect more often.

Thank goodness for a mother who doesn't think "it's the greatest."

~dps

6:51 PM  

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