The heart of the blue whale
is in no hurry, only four to eight
beats per minute. And the glaciers
move their brilliant blue mass
less than three hundred meters a year.
And forgiveness, it can move even
slower than that. It may be months,
even years before it blooms.
But how wondrous, when at last
we recognize that, perhaps through
no effort of our own, it has released
its unhurried perfume into our thoughts—
oh sweetness we thought might never arrive,
oh surprise when it touches us everywhere.
Forgiveness is wondrous. Be well.
Patricia/Fl
thank you, Patricia
“unhurried perfume” – oh I just love that olfactory image.
I like the repetitive phrasing “oh sweetness” “oh surprise.”
thanks!