Primary Wonder

Since I have nothing new to write about here is a poem by Denise Levertov:

PRIMARY WONDER

Days pass when I forget the mystery.
Problems insoluble and problems offering
their ignored solutions
jostle for my attention, they crowd its antechamber
along with a host of diversions, my courtiers, wearing
their colored cap and bells.

And then
once more the quiet myserty is present to me, the
throng's clamor recedes; the myserty
that there is anything, anything at all, let alone
cosmos, joy, memory, everything
rather than void: and that, O Lord,
Creator, Hallowed One, You still,
hour by hour sustain it.