… unexpected …

I’m sharing here a poem … unexpected … by a dear friend, Yona Chavanne

the unexpected I love most

for its I-don’t-know-what

inviting it to be my host

fresh guest in my wooden hut

 

the unexpected I love so

unheard of before it happens

only to be met with amazed Oh

shooting star a gift from heavens

 

unexpectedly a grace does come

unexpectedly grace leaves again

shall we ever find our sweet home ?

over and over again we bargain

 

for the unexpected clear joy

which makes us disappear

into nowhere : such a nice ploy

its magic song, its tune so near

 

we may stalk it search for its ray

love it want it seduce it cry for it

but the unexpected is not a prey

empty handed the search we quit

 

 

A peaceful Christmas time, my friends, and a little unexpected magic for next year …

 

The above painting, ‘The Path,’ is by Silvia Pastore, a painter whose work I love.