To the Living Among Us All
My soul dwells secure
in pleasant mountains
Creator-carved,
where cloud-sent rains
descend to quench
desiccated tongues
and rays of molten sun
embrace the evening-cold
shoulders —
What little matters to some
are minuscule,
momentary dewdrops
adrift
in endless possibilities,
whirling from the gift
of measured life-breaths
apportioned
to the living among us all —
every sacred
miraculous moment
of what we call
today.
D. G. Vachal © 2015, 2025
Image by pladicon2012acacias@pixabay
lilies, sparrows and grass 
Thank you Dee. I appreciate this. It seemingly transforms the perceived usual insignificant unappreciated or underappreciated dailies into something approaching the eternal which then gives life meaning and importance. Right? And we can then relax knowing our Father presides over all He has provided and created including us. Amen
Thank you so much, RJ. You have delved into the depths of the meaning of these words. “Something approaching the eternal which then gives life meaning and importance.” Yes, that says it all and yes we can relax within the apportioned breaths of life given to us by our Father because He has provided and created including us. I am blessed by your interpretation of this poem, thank you so much, RJ. Amen indeed.
(Hi Dee. Hope all is well. I’m writing to inform you that I have made some changes to my site: http://www.rjdawson.com . Please let me know if you are still subscribed and receiving my posts. Thanks!)
Hi RJ, thank you for letting me know. I am able to access the link to your site. I did receive notification a few days ago about a recent post, however I could not access it. Perhaps it is in private mode for now. Thank you!
Thanks Dee. I appreciate you getting back to me on this. My site is not in private mode but still public as always. I had posted Part 2 of my current series but it got almost zero traffic so I took it down until I could fix whatever problem had occurred. Hopefully, things are back to normal now. I plan on reposting Part 2 very soon so look for it. Thanks again and Blessings
WELL, this is just beautiful, Dee, from start to finish. Do we have an apportioned amount of breaths, dewdrops, given to us? It would seem so. How many todays do we have? We know not. At least it would seem that way. “A thing of beauty is a joy forever…” (Keats) Not always joyful but precious, yes. A lovely start to the new year!
Thank you so much, dear Ellen for sharing your lovely thoughts on the seeming paradox between the ephemeral and the eternal “forever”. As you put it, “How many todays do we have”? This unknown makes us want to cherish each moment, each dewdrop, each day of life on this earth. And then there is the eternal, the “forever”, the vast timeless expanse which is even a greater unknown. Oh the mysteries and wonders of life!
The mysteries and wonders of life indeed!! You posed them all in your wonderful poem!
Wonderful! Happy New Year and have a great one!
Thank you so much, Susan! Happy New Year, wishing you a lovely, blessed 2025!
Beautiful poem! Life is full of possibilities though sometimes scary
“Gratitude ” and “awareness ” i hear aloud from the lines..