Wind Work

To be is too much work.

I crave the wild and wistful wind;

Some days my edginess creeps

in so far — there’s nothing

for it but to go out and let

the wind do its work:

soul building

grace restoring

dust clearing.

The stronger the wind, the longer

I linger. I lean on its breath.

Then, when the world again is

still and the creatures return

to industry, I feel myself moving

through and through the trees;

around and down the river,

into open meadow green and

I am as free and wild again

as the zephyrous wind.


Up From the River Smiling

A friend once told me she met

her future husband just after

a turbulent river tossed

her out of her small kayak.

My friend, being who she is, showed

up from beneath the icy water

laughing — her bright smile stretched

across her triumphant face.

The man, knowing his own need,

asked, “who is this woman

that came up from dangerous

water smiling?”

He asked to meet her on dry ground.

They loved well and married,

carried out to the sea of life

by that river-smiling moment.

I wonder how I, being who I am,

could meet another who is able

to come up from the river smiling.

I’m familiar with icy water, dangerous

and turbulent; I watch it carefully,

hopeful to someday see the one

who comes up from the river

with a smile on his face.


Listen to me,

Since you are willing to risk all,

Though the earth dissolve,

What have we to fear?

All power on earth can be overcome

By the will of Love,

Which is so soft that it melts

at a touch.

So splendidly beautiful that

the embrace will forever be

rooted far down into the earth.


” In 1972, when I moved to Oregon with my three children, I had never been to the state before and I did not know what to expect. My three children and I moved here from Southern California. The year we moved here was Oregon’s coldest season in a long time. We came by Greyhound Bus.

I have seen a lot of Oregon’s mountains, the Columbia River and the Coast. The Coast is what I like most.

I like living in Oregon a lot, even if it gets really cold sometimes during the winter, and I like all the rain we get. It makes things so green all the time.

I’ll never move back to California because after you live here, you get webbed feet. My children went to Salem schools and my grandchildren have gone to Jefferson Schools.”

–Connie Silverstein