{"id":8453,"date":"2024-07-26T08:05:01","date_gmt":"2024-07-26T15:05:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/?p=8453"},"modified":"2024-07-26T08:12:49","modified_gmt":"2024-07-26T15:12:49","slug":"lynn-ungar-camas-lilies","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/2024\/07\/26\/lynn-ungar-camas-lilies\/","title":{"rendered":"Lynn Ungar – Camas Lilies"},"content":{"rendered":"

Camas Lilies
\nby Lynn Ungar<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

Consider the lilies of the field,
\nthe blue banks of camas
\nopening into acres of sky along the road.
\nWould the longing to lie down
\nand be washed by that beauty
\nabate if you knew their usefulness,
\nhow the natives ground their bulbs
\nfor flour, how the settlers\u2019 hogs
\nuprooted them, grunting in gleeful
\noblivion as the flowers fell?<\/p>\n

And you \u2014 what of your rushed
\nand useful life? Imagine setting it all down \u2014
\npapers, plans, appointments, everything \u2014
\nleaving only a note: \u201cGone
\nto the fields to be lovely. Be back
\nwhen I\u2019m through with blooming.\u201d<\/p>\n

Even now, unneeded and uneaten,
\nthe camas lilies gaze out above the grass
\nfrom their tender blue eyes.
\nEven in sleep your life will shine.
\nMake no mistake. Of course
\nyour work will always matter.<\/p>\n

Yet Solomon in all his glory
\nwas not arrayed like one of these.<\/i><\/em><\/p>\n

<\/a> \u2014 from Bread and Other Miracles<\/a>, by Lynn Ungar<\/font><\/p>\n


\/ Image by https:\/\/unsplash.com\/@dynamiclx<\/a> \/<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

A lovely reminder to us\u2013 Being useful is useful. And sometimes we must rush. But our real gift to the world is not what we do, but what we are.<\/p>\n

leaving only a note: \u201cGone
\nto the fields to be lovely. Be back
\nwhen I\u2019m through with blooming.\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n

Have a beautiful day!<\/p>\n


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<\/a>Recommended Books: Lynn Ungar<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n\n

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<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Bread and Other Miracles<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nPoetry of Presence: An Anthology of Mindfulness Poems<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nBlessing the Bread: Meditations<\/a><\/small><\/td>\n<\/a><\/small><\/td>\n<\/a><\/small><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
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\n\"Lynn<\/a>\n<\/td>\n\nLynn Ungar<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n

US (Contemporary)
\nChristian<\/a><\/a>
\nSecular or Eclectic<\/a><\/a><\/em>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n

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Lynn Ungar\u2019s first book of poetry, Blessing the Bread, earned her fans around the world. In her professional life she serves as a minister for the Church of the Larger Fellowship, an online congregation for Unitarian Universalists and other religious liberals. In her free time she trains dogs for competition in obedience, agility and canine musical freestyle (dancing with dogs). She is also an avid singer and contra dancer. Lynn lives on the east side of the San Francisco Bay with her wife, teenaged daughter, two dogs and a cat.<\/p>\n

~ from lynnungar.com<\/p>\n

More poetry by Lynn Ungar<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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