Boredom is Beautiful

wooden pier corner above calm rippling lake

When my children were young, we had Quiet Time.
It was beautiful. Here, they had time to grow,
discover who they were, learn to be at home
in their skin, let small things
take shape, become large—
within

like Thoreau felling trees to build a small cabin
in the woods, not far from home—a pond for company—
movement, sound, birds and a few other visitors
more than enough

or Elijah bunkered down in a cave, a proper non-address,
perhaps, for a Prophet who knew what it meant
to tell, to live the truth

like Jesus, they found solitude appealing, nothing like it, really, to put a body, mind at ease.  

Solitude is one of the key spiritual disciplines to reclaim, make new, a habit if you will, that leads to a sense of life renewed, refreshed by the presence, the companionable company of God, the one who knows us and calls us into a deeper place of faith; to journey on.

This poem on SOLITUDE appears in my NEW BOOK, “Longings of the Soul, a poetic response.” Now Available on Amazon.

Published by Dayna E. Mazzuca

Inspiring Pause, because this moment matters

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