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Inspiration Sundays

Thank you to my friend and sister Priestess, Jane, for sharing this with me. She knows I am a big fan of Alexander McCall Smith’s novels, but his poetry is pretty wonderful, too.

(She got to meet and talk with him some years ago, and discovered that he likes to be called “Sandy.” I just really love that. Thank you, Jane.)

Don’t forget that poetry is the most ancient form of spellcraft, so I urge you to read this (or sing it!) aloud. May it be a blessing and bring you peace in the midst of troubled times.

In a time of distance

The unexpected always happens in the way

The unexpected has always occurred:

While we are doing something else,

While we are thinking of altogether

Different things — matters that events

Then show to be every bit as unimportant

As our human concerns so often are;

And then, with the unexpected upon us,

We look at one another with a sort of surprise;

How could things possibly turn out this way

When we are so competent, so pleased

With the elaborate systems we’ve created —

Networks and satellites, intelligent machines,

Pills for every eventuality — except this one?


And so we turn again to face one another

And discover those things

We had almost forgotten,

But that, mercifully, are still there:

Love and friendship, not just for those

To whom we are closest, but also for those

Whom we do not know and of whom

Perhaps we have in the past been frightened;

The words brother and sister, powerful still,

Are brought out, dusted down,

Found to be still capable of expressing

What we feel for others, that precise concern;

Joined together in adversity

We discover things we had put aside:

Old board games with obscure rules,

Books we had been meaning to read,

Letters we had intended to write,

Things we had thought we might say

But for which we never found the time;

And from these discoveries of self, of time,

There comes a new realisation

That we have been in too much of hurry,

That we have misused our fragile world,

That we have forgotten the claims of others

Who have been left behind;

We find that out in our seclusion,

In our silence; we commit ourselves afresh,

We look for a few bars of song

That we used to sing together,

A long time ago; we give what we can,

We wait, knowing that when this is over

A lot of us — not all perhaps — but most,

Will be slightly different people,

And our world, though diminished,

Will be much bigger, its beauty revealed afresh.


19 March, 2020


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  • March 22, 2020, 3:06 pm nofixedstars

    that is beautiful—thank you for sharing it. here’s one of my own, in the same spirit.


    whenever you see a lack,
    a crack in the world,
    a nest full of clamouring beaks
    open in hunger,
    you have to find your feathers
    you have to grow a beak yourself.
    you have to feed those nestlings
    somehow, you, yourself,
    even if it means you peck
    with borrowed beak
    at your own sore chest
    and feed them your life-blood,
    because that is what being alive means.
    we are called to care
    unstintingly for all in need,
    not just our own,
    those we know
    or resemble most.
    we have to be ready to help
    without hesitation,
    no holding back,
    like mothers who pour out
    their life into their children
    that they may live and thrive and shine.
    to allay hunger is holy,
    the holiest of impulses,
    to pull down what divides,
    quench the fires that threaten,
    patch, mend, give, feed,
    hold, help, heal,
    restore, repair,
    and love.
    anything less
    is a betrayal of life.
    only when we see in the mirror
    a shifting light-dark skin,
    root and leaf,
    rain and wind,
    only then do we see truly
    and know ourselves
    myriad, both less and greater
    than we thought,
    expanding into wholeness,
    hearts breaking into flight
    as we find our way home

  • March 22, 2020, 3:40 pm Charlotte Terwilliger

    Thank you so much Beth for sharing this beautiful poem. It did feel like a blessing and it brought calm and peace to my mind. I shared it with family members and friends. Will be returning to this poem often during this trying time.

  • March 22, 2020, 6:10 pm RuthAnne

    I like Alexander McCall Smith and his writing. This poem is lovely. I follow him on Goodreads.
    Thank you for sharing.


  • March 23, 2020, 9:43 am Beth

    Blessings to you, nofixedstars, for your beautiful poetry. I have read through it several times and it is gorgeous, especially aloud, as a spell-prayer.

    Thank you, Charlotte — I am so glad this gave you respite for a little while in this stormy time. It is there for you to return to again and again when you need it.

    And yes, RuthAnne — don’t you just love him? I fell in love via the Ladies Detective Agency, but his Isabel Dalhousie books were balm for my soul when I was sick — she makes me laugh out loud.

    Thank you all for posting! It makes my day to meet with you here.

  • March 23, 2020, 12:54 pm Jennifer A White

    I especially appreciate your blog right now. Beth – thank you for all that you do.