I had written this poem for a meeting last fall of the Women in Interfaith Dialogue, hosted virtually by Prairiewoods. The topic for the day was “spiritual self-care and resilience.”
ONE DAY
Are these two words—one, day—
a triangulation, a trajectory,
to one point, to some later day,
something we imagine, we hope,
to be better than now, than here?
Or, are these two words—one, day—
about the now, about the here,
this day, this sunrise, this noon, this night,
this hour, this moment,
in which to breathe, in which to be?
To hold these two words,
to hold hope and presence,
with the winds around us,
to work our way through each day,
our compass still deep within, we pray.
—M.L. Folkedahl-meehleder, friend of Prairiewoods
photo taken at Devonian Fossil Gorge in Iowa City