Friday, June 12, 2009


I'm hoping and praying today for an old friend's safe return to her family. Yesterday on the Writer's Almanac, Garrison Keillor read this poem, written by Jack Gilbert. Hoping is hard.

Horses At Midnight Without A Moon

by Jack Gilbert

Our heart wanders lost in the dark woods.
Our dream wrestles in the castle of doubt.
But there's music in us. Hope is pushed down
but the angel flies up again taking us with her.
The summer mornings begin inch by inch
while we sleep, and walk with us later
as long-legged beauty through
the dirty streets. It is no surprise
that danger and suffering surround us.
What astonishes is the singing.
We know the horses are there in the dark
meadow because we can smell them,
can hear them breathing.
Our spirit persists like a man struggling
through the frozen valley
who suddenly smells flowers
and realizes the snow is melting
out of sight on top of the mountain,
knows that spring has begun.

"Horses At Midnight Without A Moon" by Jack Gilbert, from Refusing Heaven. © Alfred A. Knopf, 2005


amandajean said...

i hope all goes well, too. that is such a gorgeous photograph!!!

Anonymous said...

What a beautiful poem. If I hit snooze several times I will hear The Writers Almanac at 7:06am on
88.7. It is a great program and a great start to a day.

Thanks for sharing this poem and I am so so so sorry about your friend. I hope you have lots of wonderful memories of her.

Katie Shaber Lindsay