I was browsing through, this poem resonated with me .. I am thinking about Vemeer and the hardships he faced throughout this career and also his life…

 

Unnamed

 

The world asks you to surrender, more than you carry.

A garden trowel held loosely in a gingham apron pocket.

A watch burnished drab from ticking,

a feather found just when your belief in feathers had vanished.

So much is asked of our tender human souls.

So many things we could never part with.

And, yet, on a day like every other day,

walking in sunlight down a hill,

the morning’s flash-force glint touches your breath and you stop, empty as you dare to feel, and reach for

something, unnamed, to find the weight of it is comfort.

 

– Susan Rousseau