(Quotes are capsules of information, reinforcement or enlightenment.)


This poem was written by a contemporary Irish poet who was just awakening to a time of great personal creativity. The sun was reflecting off the Irish sea onto the ceiling of his bedroom……

“Why should I not be glad?
Why should I not be glad to contemplate the clouds
clearing beyond the dormer window and
a high tide reflected on the ceiling?

There will be dying.
There will be dying,
but there is no need to go into that.

The poems flow from the hand unbidden
and the hidden source is the watchful heart.

The sun will rise in spite of everything
and the far cities are beautiful and bright.

I lie here in a riot of sunlight
watching the day break and the clouds flying.

Everything. Everything. Everything is going to be all right.”

Derrick Matten


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