The whole purpose of life, as I see it, this extraordinary experience in being, is to be awake to the wonder and mystery around us in all their myriad forms. Sometimes during the current political upheavals, I forget this. These two poems by Denise Levertov are an eloquent reminder.

Primary Wonder

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; cap and bells.

And then
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.

Variation On A Theme By Rilke

A certain day became a presence to me;
there it was, confronting me–a sky, air, light:
a being. And before it started to descend
from the height of noon, it leaned over
and struck my shoulder as if with
the flat of a sword, granting me
honor and a task. The day’s blow
rang out, metallic–or it was I, a bell awakened,
and what I heard was my whole self
saying and singing what it knew: I can.

Both by Denise Levertov

NOTE: I first posted these poems in March 2015 under the title Primary Wonder & A Bell Awakened during an age of comparative innocence, before that descent down an elevator that would eventually darken the world and threaten democracy.