February 16 An early morning fog. In fair weather, the shy past keeps its distance. Old loves, old regrets, old humiliations look on from afar. They stand back under the trees. NoContinue reading “Poem for a Sunday Morning”
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Poem for a Sunday Morning
Questions Before Dark{Jeanne Lohmann} Day ends, and before sleepwhen the sky dies down, consideryour altered state: has this daychanged you? Are the cornerssharper or rounded off? Did youlive with death? Make decisionsthat quieted? Find one clear wordthat fit? At the sun’s midpointdid you notice a pitch of absence,bewilderment that invitesthe possible? What did you learnfromContinue reading “Poem for a Sunday Morning”
#50 – Forgiveness
The Prodigal’s Mother Speaks to God {Allison Funk) When he returned a second time, the straps of his sandals broken, his robe stained with wine, it was not as easy to forgive. By then his father was long gone himself, leaving me with my other son, the sullen one whose anger is the instrument heContinue reading “#50 – Forgiveness”
#43 – Compassion
Pandemic What if you thought of it as the Jews consider the Sabbath— the most sacred of times? Cease from travel. Cease from buying and selling. Give up, just for now, on trying to make the world different than it is. Sing. Pray. Touch only those to whom you commit your life. Center down. AndContinue reading “#43 – Compassion”
Poem for a Sunday Morning
Dear Darkening Ground {Rainer Maria Rilke} Dear darkening ground, you’ve endured so patiently the walls we’ve built, perhaps you’ll give the cities one more hour and grant the churches and cloisters two. And those that labor-maybe you’ll let their work grip them another five hours – or seven before you become forest again, and wideningContinue reading “Poem for a Sunday Morning”
Poem for a Sunday Morning
THE FOURTH SIGN OF THE ZODIAC (PART 3) I know, you never intended to be in this world. But you’re in it all the same. So why not get started immediately. I mean, belonging to it. There is so much to admire, to weep over. And to write music or poems about. Bless the feetContinue reading “Poem for a Sunday Morning”
Poem for a Sunday Morning
WEAN YOURSELF Little by little, wean yourself. This is the gist of what I have to say. From an embryo, whose nourishment comes in the blood, move to an infant drinking milk, to a child on solid food, to a searcher after wisdom, to a hunter of more invisible game. Think how it is toContinue reading “Poem for a Sunday Morning”
Poem for a Sunday Morning
Atlas {Kay Ryan} Extreme exertion isolates a person from help, discovered Atlas. Once a certain shoulder-to-burden ratio collapses, there is so little others can do: they can’t lend a hand with Brazil and not stand on Peru.
Poem for a Sunday Morning
I Go Among Trees {Wendell Berry} I go among trees and sit still. All my stirring becomes quiet around me like circles on water. My tasks lie in their places where I left them, asleep like cattle. Then what is afraid of me comes and lives a while in my sight. What it fears inContinue reading “Poem for a Sunday Morning”
Poem for a Sunday Morning
Throw Yourself Like Seed {Miguel de Unamuno} Shake off this sadness, and recover your spirit; Sluggish you will never see the wheel of fate That brushes your heel as it turns going by, The man who wants to live is the man in whom life is abundant. Now you are only giving food to thatContinue reading “Poem for a Sunday Morning”
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