In Those Quiet Hours
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- Опубліковано 7 вер 2023
- Poetry by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
Music by Steve Law
Art by Marisa S. White, "Quiet Hours"
Video by Tony Jeannette
"In Those Quiet Hours" is a track on DARK PRAISE, a spoken-word album that honors the dark and how it opens us to creativity, passion, intimacy, revelation, dreaming, receptivity, self-discovery and connection. As Rosemerry explores in this poem, there are ways the dark can open us to intimacy with our loved ones who are gone. "In Those Quiet Hours" is available for download on Spotify, iTunes, and more. The album is available for purchase on Band Camp.
In Those Quiet Hours
For two weeks after he died,
I’d fall asleep exhausted
only to wake just past midnight.
Desperate, I’d claw at sleep,
frantic to catch it and clutch it,
but always it slipped my grasp
and I’d lie awake till morning.
My friend suggested
I reframe those sleepless hours
as a sacred time, an intimate,
personal quiet time. Not a problem.
Not something to be treated.
Not something to be feared.
That night, as I emerged from sleep,
dreams dripping from me like water,
I did not resist the waking.
Instead, eyes closed, heart open,
still lying in bed, I said,
I love you, Finn. I miss you, sweetheart.
And woke on the shore of morning.
Ever since, it happens just like this-
when I slip from sleep,
I tell my son I love him
and slide unknowingly
back into the tide of dreams.
How many hundreds of times
when he was young, did I go to him
when he cried out in the night?
I’d press my palms against his chest
until his breath was a skiff for dreams.
Years later, though I can’t feel his hands,
though I don’t hear the lullaby of his breath,
somehow he arrives to comfort me.
And though I don’t hear him say
the words I’d always say to him,
I feel them float above me like a blanket,
warm in the cool night air-
Shhh. I’m here. It’s okay. I’m here.
--Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
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So moving and powerful. You are a beacon of light guiding us through the darkness of grief. Thank you.
thank you, Steve ... thank you for these kind words ❤️
Oh Rosemerry, these words….your voice….thank you. 😢
Thank you, Shari, thank you for listening, for responding ❤️
Such heartbreak- Such tenderness - Such LOVE - a wise and inviting reframe - Thank-you Dear Rosemerry 🙏❣
oh friend, thank you for this comment--thank you for you. Oh how heartbreak and tenderness can be so hand in hand.
My husband passed away six moths ago. Some nights I wake up crying. Your tender words console.
Oh friend, my heart opens to yours as you meet the loss of your husband. I wish you deep peace--
Thankyou, Rosemerry ♥️ The fear of our own pain can be a teacher or a fiend! I find myself in this practice, even during waking hours. To stay with the love, always, it’s just our heart stretching open, right? Much Love to you 💖💕
Ah, yes, friend ... the stretching open of the heart ... more and more and more
Thank you 🙏🏻
thank YOU, Aida ❤️❤️❤️❤️
i have no words. a possibility of faith, a heart-opening. Thank you
Oh friend, thank you for this response -- and thank you for listening. I am so grateful.
I have 3 of your books and listen to you on ritual. Thank you for your generous offerings.
Thank you, Lena, for the gift of your attention--thank you. I am grateful you read and listen to the poems, thank you.
Crying. Your words hold me and tell me “It’s okay. I’m
here.”
It's okay, I'm here. ... this little phrase has been so powerful for me. Thank you for opening your heart with this poem ... and thank you for responding.
Weeping
oh friend, my gosh, this one makes me cry every time. thank you for weeping with me.
And he’s there speaking the poem unto thee.
Love you like the frame loves the painting
Ohmygosh, the most beautiful response, dear Jack. Thank you for all the ways you hold me with your heart.
@@rosemerryt I always feel so honestly helpless. To know my risk landed safely makes me sadly glad❤️🙆🏻♂️