Dew Drop
I dearly love macro photography especially with drops of few. I love seeing the breadth of a scene in the tiniest drop of water. This is one from about a week ago just outside my house.
And then there was this poem in today’s
podcast...The Dew and the Bird by Alexander Posey
There is more glory in a drop of dew,
That shineth only for an hour,
Than there is in the pomp of earth’s great Kings
Within the noonday of their power.There is more sweetness in a single strain
That falleth from a wild bird’s throat,
At random in the lonely forest’s depths,
Then there’s in all the songs that bards e’er wrote.Yet men, for aye, rememb’ring Caesar’s name,
Forget the glory in the dew,
And, praising Homer’s epic, let the lark’s
Song fall unheeded from the blue.
I listened to this as I was driving to Scout and my morning walk and it deeply resonated with how I am coming to experience the world. Pádraig Ó Tuama reflects upon this and notes how Posey lifts up the power of the timeless dew drop and the single strain from a bird as greater and longer-lasting than the power of kings and the words of the greatest poets. Posey ends the poem lamenting the ways that we miss this wonderful reality.
Goodness - this poem just touched my soul and Pádraig’s reflection just took it to an even more beautiful space. And then I was grateful to step out of the car, turn off the podcast, and walk through the dewey grasses and hear the song of the birds, including the squawk of this heron.