Once in a while, a quote, a phrase, or a poem resonates. That was certainly the case with Elli Michler’s “I wish you time.” A beautiful gift, this poem was presented to me by Lorenzo and friends, whom I met during one of the most unforgettable wine tours ever. In Italy, of course.
This past year certainly got our attention and gave many of us the opportunity to hit life’s pause button and re-evaluate. And it definitely skewed the sense of time. (Come on, I’m not the only one who feels that the pandemic has lasted forever while at the same time marveling how fast time is flying … am I?)
This gift is meant to be shared. I think it will resonate with you as much as it did with me. Please enjoy.
The poem “I wish you time”
| Dear Friends,
“I don’t wish you all sort of gifts. I just wish you what most people don’t have: I wish you the time for your actions and reflections, time not only for yourself, but also to give away to others. I wish you the time – not to hustle and run but the time to be content. I wish you the time – not to simply let it pass. I wish you the time to reach for the stars and the time to grow, to mature I wish you the time to find yourself to see happiness in each day and each hour. With love, Lorenzo, Meri, Davide, Niccolò, Marianna, Claudiu, and Alessia |
A little bit about the poet
Elli Michler was a German poet born on February 12, 1923 in Würzburg, Germany and survived the Nazi regime. A born writer, Michler wrote what moved her in the moment. She found fame and unexpected success later in life. Her first published collection of poems, “Dir zugedacht” [Dedicated to you], published in 1989 and more than 20 editions have followed. Michler died on November 18, 1989. She was 91 years old.
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Do you have a favorite poem? Please share. Maybe you are a poet, too. Let’s keep the fine art of poetry alive through reading, sharing, or trying a hand at it. What a great way to stop and smell life’s roses.
