A Golden Day

The subtle beauty of this day
Hangs o'er me like a fairy spell,
And care and grief have flown away,
And every breeze sings, "all is well."
I ask, "Holds earth or sin, or woe?"
My heart replies, "I do not know."

Nay! all we know, or feel, my heart,
Today is joy undimmed, complete;
In tears or pain we have no part;
The act of breathing is so sweet,
We care no higher joy to name.
What reck we now of wealth or fame?

The past--what matters it to me?
The pain it gave has passed away.
The future--that I cannot see!
I care for nothing save today--
This is a respite from all care,
And trouble flies--I know not where.

Go on, oh noisy, restless life!
Pass by, oh, feet that seek for heights!
I have no part in aught of strife;
I do not want your vain delights.
The day wraps round me like a spell
And every breeze sings, "All is well."

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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Comments (6)

Fantastic poem..All is well i suppose in the end.
Auto correct; undimmed not unsigned.
In my last poem I meant to quote the poem today is joy undimmed, complete. Stupid auto-correct; unsigned instead of undimmed.
I know I write this often but sometimes I just don't understand why some well-written poems score so low. This poem sums up so many experiences I've had hiking through nature. When my friend and I walk through nature, out in some beautiful scenic area, it truly is a respite from worry and woe. Forget about the pressures currently occurring in your life, forget your worries about things future and past. Today is joy unsigned complete. This sort of a poem about mindfulness and being fully engaged in the present moment.
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