Do we all have places—imaginary or not—that centre us as did W.B. Yeats with “The Lake Isle of Innisfree” and now William Stafford with “Why I Am Happy”?
WHY I AM HAPPY
Now has come, an easy time. I let it
roll. There is a lake somewhere
so blue and far nobody owns it.
A wind comes by and a willow listens
I hear all this, every summer. I laugh
and cry for every turn of the world,
its terribly cold, innocent spin.
That lake stays blue and free; it goes
on and on.
And I know where it is.
(Reflections are provided each week by a member of the congregation.)0 Like this?