Poem of Wednesday

THE SUNLIGHT ON THE GARDEN by Louis Macneice 

The sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold;
When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon.

Our freedom as free lances


Advances towards its end;

The earth compels, upon it


Sonnets and birds descend;



And soon, my friend,


We shall have no time for dances.

The sky was good for flying


Defying the church bells

And every evil iron


Siren and what it tells:


The earth compels,


We are dying, Egypt, dying

And not expecting pardon,


Hardened in heart anew,


But glad to have sat under


Thunder and rain with you,


And grateful too


For sunlight on the garden. 

Today is poetry day! I chose "The Sunlight on the Garden" for you. Actually I was going to write about the"Snow", but then I thought that there should be a connection between the posts (remember Practicing the Power of Now). On Monday Book we mentioned the importance of "now", and we continue handling same philosophy "Carpe Diem"; in other words seize the day. As emphasized in the poem, time is precise and valuable because there is exhaustion outside, days are flying. And this pace forces you to act. There is need for action and in the midst of actions brief moments such as hearing thunder, touching rain and watching the sunlight before it fades away are to be valued.