A Certain Day (Poem by Denise Levertov)

Jan 23, 2020

“A certain day became a presence to me;
there it was, confronting me — a sky, air, light,
a being. And before it started to descend
from the height of noon, it leaned over
and struck my shoulder as if with
the flat of a sword, granting me
honor and a task. The day’s blow
rang out metallic — or it was I, a bell awakened,
and what I heard was my whole self
saying and singing what it knew. I can.”

For reflection in solitude or in the company of others: The poet forefronts a day that was, to her, unlike most others. Has a day (or a place, or a time) suddenly become as unexpectedly real to you as this one day did to her? How did you respond to such a new reality? Where was God for you in the experience?