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Forgotten Ground Regained

A Psalm for the Swingset

Sarah J. Monnier
In Forgotten Ground Regained, Issue 9, Winter 2026 Psalms and Meditations
The gentle rocking · restfully slow and soft,a patient pendulum, ponderous in its movements,and a sunset · that sinks lowerwith every exhale. Evenings in the fields,sing, my soul, of the stars behind the lightthat fills the firmament, not yet fallen into darkness.Behind me blushes · a bank of rosy light,the Belt of Venus, a vespers in color.
This is a kind calm · that closes in on mein the stillness, in the sleeping,whispering of what is · wondrous and yetpeaceful, the perfection · of a pausein the chaos of kindred-full · chaos-full life.Though all these things · are thrilling and joyful,yet the yawning · and the yearning for restcreeps up casually, a crepuscular demandto be myself, meager and mild but whole.
Le Printemps by Pierre August Cot (1837-18830
Copyright © Sarah J. Monnier, 2025
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