In the busyness of these days, this poem of Denise Levertov may call us to pay attention to what matters most (Leighton).
Days pass when I forget the mystery.
Problems insoluble and problems offering
their own ignored solutions
jostle for my attention; they crowd its antechamber
along with a host of diversions, my courtiers, wearing
their colored clothes; caps and bells.
once more the quiet mystery
is present to me, the throng’s clamor
recedes: the mystery
that there is anything, anything at all,
let alone cosmos, joy, memory, everything.
rather than void; and that, O Lord,
Creator, Hallowed One, You still,
hour by hour sustain it.
Denise Levertov, The Stream and the Sapphire